Chapter Seven

Liora knew where she was without having to open her eyes. The cold hugged her until her skin was taut with goosebumps, a thick musty odor wafting into her burning nose. She lay there for a while on the cold hard ground, grasping at the mangled thread of her bond.

She reached out, searching earnestly. Liora’s body relaxed into the cold concrete as she felt Ronin on the other end.

Thank Goddess– he was still alive. Barely, but alive.

Her soles tingled as she got to her feet, reminding her of the ritual that nearly broke her. Seeing Ronin in his own blood rivaled that pain so much so that she checked out from reality. If she could guess, his wolf was against the whole thing and lashed out.

Ironic that she found herself trapped alone in a dark cold cell. She felt utterly alone on that platform. None of the wolves tried to stop the ritual or pleaded for her. Why would they? She was an omega.

Expendable. Replaceable.

“You’re awake, mutt?”

A cold voice jolted her from her thoughts. S