Aria awakens to a blinding silver light.
Chains of shimmering metal coil around her wrists, ankles, and torso. They hum faintly, pulsing with energy that resonates against her wolf, suppressing its strength. Every attempt to shift, every surge of power is met with resistance—unyielding, merciless.
She struggles, claws scraping, teeth bared, but the chains tighten instantly, binding her further.
The chamber is circular, walls smooth and metallic, reflecting the light in dizzying patterns. Shadows twist unnaturally, making it feel as though the space itself is alive, watching her every move.
Her wolf growls low, frustrated, restrained, whispering its need for action, for release.
Aria swallows, jaw tight.
“You can cage me,” she whispers, voice trembling slightly with anger, “but you ca
