Chloe’s pov
My heart thudded against my ribs as I stepped toward the cell door, the cold iron bars cutting through the pale torchlight.
I stared through the grate at the young rogue warrior kneeling in the dark corridor. His head was bowed deeply, his hands trembling as he kept his palm pressed flat against his chest.
"Ted," I repeated, my voice barely a whisper in the quiet cellar. "Get up."
He swallowed hard, slowly pushing himself off his knees. His broad chest rose and fell in heavy gasps, his golden eyes filled with an undeniable, sacred awe that made my skin prickle with heat. He stood tall, but his posture remained completely yielded, waiting for my next command like a soldier before his queen.
My brows pulled together in utter confusion.
I was a wolfless female trapped in Fer
