Chapter 39

Iris

The cold seeps into my bones long before the darkness settles into my mind. A werewolf shouldn’t freeze, but I haven’t connected with mine.

So I shiver where my wrists are locked, trying but failing to get comfortable. I wish I could wrap my arms around myself, try to keep myself from shaking.

But I can’t.

The cold bites at me all night, and outside of the pack dungeons, I hear the Croft pack