The moment my foot crossed the threshold, the temperature plunged.
Cold wrapped around my ankles, biting through my boots. Frost drifted from the ceiling like falling dust. The chamber hummed with low, pulsing energy, the air vibrating against my skin.
Beau stayed at the doorway behind me. I felt the weight of him, his wolf bristling, hackles raised so sharply I could practically hear the tension vibrating off his spine.
He did not step in.
His instincts were screaming at him.
Mine were screaming too, only much louder.
Because everywhere I looked there were Jacks.
Hundreds.
Standing. Kneeling. Slumped against walls. Lying on the ground. The entire circular chamber was filled with them, each one wearing chains, each one bleeding silver streaks across their skin.
My breath caught. “
