Chapter Thirty-Two - A Taste of Light
Evandra hadn’t seen daylight in over a month. The days had run together, and she was no longer able to track after the first 30 days, she just lost count.
The silver cuffs had chewed her wrists raw, burning her skin every time she shifted or pulled too hard against them. The dark stone walls of her cell pressed closer with every passing day, her only company the slow drip of water and her own wolf whispering survival into her ear.
So when the door opened this time, and Jack himself appeared, she was not prepared for what came next.
“Come,” he said, not with the bite of command, but with a silky calm that was more unsettling than his fists had ever been.
Before she could react, his hand closed around her arm—not rough, not dragging, but firm, insi
