Chapter 77

Edric's POV:

** I sit on my cot, staring at the grey wall. There’s nothing in the cell but a pot to piss in and the creaky bed with its thin mattress. The walls, the bars, everything except the floor, are coated in silver. My wolf is restless, angry, and wants to break out, but he can’t. The vast quantities of silver make it impossible to shift.

“Stand back!” a guard barks.

I get up and move to the back of the cell. I wonder what fresh new hell waits for me today. Alexander follows his two favourite torturers into the cell. They drag me to the middle of the room, shackling my hands to the cuffs that hang from the ceiling before they spread my legs and tie each ankle to the shackles bolted to the floor. I guess I should be grateful that the cuffs aren’t made of silver, but the chains are, making it impossible for me to break them.

My grandfather smiles and sits on the bed. I’m surprised that he has the strength to walk down here every