Dante’s POV
Pain had a way of becoming background noise when it lasted long enough. I had been here lpng enough for me to loose track of time and I wasn’t even sure of where the pain I was feling was coming from anymore.
The chains bit into my wrists and shoulders, silver threaded through iron, humming softly every time my wolf stirred. I had learned not to fight them. Struggling only made the chains tighten, this was a fact about this place that I hadn't recalled right away. I may have been the one who helped build this place but I hadn’t built it with the mind that one day I would be the one being kept here.
So I hung there bare feet barely brushing the stone floor, head bowed, breath shallow not because I had surrendered, but because there was nothing left to give without breaking co
