Chip’s POV
I hung almost lifeless from the ceiling in cell number three. I had been in two and eight as well, dreading any time another wolf would walk in. The manacles bit into my flesh as I tried to keep my feet off of the floor, a floor that was coated in a thin layer of silver.
Every time my muscles gave out, my feet would touch the floor; causing blisters and pain. There were rods in the corner that my captures used occasionally to beat me; fine silver lines etched into their surface. My arms almost gave out again as I felt another painful blister pop on my back. What made it worse for me though was that I could feel everything Heather felt through the bond, making me ache to get to her. They had started with her yesterday from what I could tell. If I had to guess, we had been here
