Raven’s POV
“What the hell is this?” I asked while my eyes widened in disbelief and the shock of what Chance had just revealed to me, as I moved towards a wall that was lined with what looked like thick metal chains.
Extending my hand, I reached out to grab one of the chains, but Chance was quick to stop me from touching it. Turning to look at him, Chance shakes his head slightly, as he lets go of my arm, before he says to me, “They’re silver chains, doused in wolfsbane, meant to hold our kind prisoner. The slightest touch will burn right through our flesh.”
“Prisoner?” I whispered under my breath, before I looked back at the wall wondering why on earth this room existed in my grandmother’s house.
Taking a step back from the wall of chains, I felt my stomach turn into a knot, as I w
