KAEL'S POV
The iron door hissed shut, sealing the traitor inside with me.
I didn't move. I kept my head pressed against the floor, listening to her rhythmic, human breathing. Just yesterday, I had the perfect chance for revenge. When the scent of my captured packmate's blood shattered my control, I lunged at Elara. My claws were fully extended, sharp enough to tear her throat out before she could even pray. I had the strength and the speed to end her right then. But I had hesitated.
The silver-plated chains had snapped taut, yes, but a Lycan Alpha does not miss his target unless he intends to. Now, as the residual voltage of a hundred electric shocks vibrated through my bruised muscles, I hated myself for that moment of weakness. I was a king in chains, letting a fragile human compromise my instincts.
I heard the soft rustle of her lab coat as she knelt beside me.
