#Chapter 121: Chains

Logan They dragged Scott into the building with an echoing clatter of chains to announce his arrival. He was bound in heavy manacles that attached his remaining arm to the shackles that bound his legs together at the ankles. His worn, disheveled boots scraped over the wooden floor like a death march. Even beaten, he wore a smirk like armor, head tipped just enough to let everyone know he thought himself untouchable. It reminded me of the expression Emma had once worn, so unwaveringly smug. But that had not lasted long for her either. Evelyn stood beside me, calm and cold as she watched him shuffle forward, though I caught the tension in her jaw. Her fingers were clenching her cloak like it was the only way she could resist lunging for him. It was just us, the northern Alpha, two heavily armed guards, and the traitor. Lucas loomed near a fire roaring by his hearth, arms folded, watching silently. His expression was unreadable, like he had no interest in how it all play