Chapter 27

**Jace

Blood dripped down my cheek from a split under my eye. I hung in silver chains, dangling just off the floor. Shifting would be impossible with the silver. It burned.

My four comrades from my scouting group of the spearhead team were on the floor—dead—around me. I would be the last to go.

“It’s so amusing that these packs keep sending soldiers, only to have them die,” the a*shole who’d kille