31. Zena

I’m speechless. So perfectly, happily, contentedly dumbstruck. Being in his arms is like landing in heaven itself. I’m safe, warm, loved, and the feeling grows, spreading through my veins like ivy.

Replacing his mark was pure bliss. Despite the utter disaster of this situation, my whole body pulsed with desire for him, pushing myself against his body. Sybil rioted with unbridled joy, as if all the constant healing from silver never slowed her. My poor wolf has been through so much, yet she still made my body burn from head to toe at the sight of Briss.

The only issue now is that I remain shackled to the floor like an animal. When my collarbone stopped bleeding, Briss took a trembling step backwards, his irises the most intense lilac.

I wince when I realise he is covered in burning red lines down his forearms where the silver branded him. He doesn't mention my pitiful state. He just gives me another, more tender kiss before asking, “Does he have keys for those?”

“I’ve never seen the