CHAPTER 9

Cairn tied her to the altar and left her.
Fenrys didn’t enter until long after she’d
awoken.
The blood was still leaking from where
Cairn had also left the glass in her legs, her
feet.
It was not a wolf who slipped into the stone
chamber, but a male.
Each of Fenrys’s steps told her enough
before she beheld the deadness of his eyes, the
pallor of his usually golden skin. He stared at
nothing, even as he stopped before where she
lay chained.