The scent of damp and decay clung to the air in the cold depths of an equally dark dungeon. Silver-plated chains bit into Forrest's flesh as he stirred, his consciousness surfacing from the murky depths of illusions. His body ached, and his strength was sapped by all the energy he had released to provide Elene and their friends with a chance of escape.
He was surprised to still be alive and wondered why they hadn't finished him off then and there. After all, he had wiped out dozens of Cyrus' warriors, it would only be fair…
For a second, he feared they had punished him with the elixir and reached out to Hades in his mind.
Still, here,?his old partner in crime replied, chuckling darkly.?You are not getting rid of me that easily.
Relief surged through Forrest, at knowing his wolf was sti
