“Come on,” I snarled, not sure if I was talking to the chains, the wall, my wolf, myself, or every god that had ever looked at us and decided we were funny. “Come the f**k on.”
Samael slammed against the fog inside me again.
But f*****g nothing.
No claws.
No strength.
No f*****g s**t.
Useless.
He was useless.
I was useless.
We were all so f*****g useless.
‘KERES!’
Two voices shouted in my head.
Two.
Fucking.
Voices.
That was what made me stop. Not the pain at my wrists, not the power coming off the wall behind me. That.
I turned as much as the chains let me.
Aiden was glaring at me from the opposite wall, breathing like he’d just run a marathon, face pale, jaw clenched, eyes furious enough to make the room feel smaller.
But the other voice—
No.
No, I had to be losing it
