#Chapter 228: I can’t do it alone

Third person The metal cuffs on Lucas’s wrists were clasped so tight that they dug into his bones. His skin was raw all around them, red and swollen and scabbing in some places and freshly bleeding in others. “Try to shift and you’ll regret it,” Donovan had said the first time he clamped the heavy chains onto the young man’s limbs, looking dreadfully happy as he did so. Lucas knew the vampire was right. His wolf’s legs were definitely thicker than his wrists. And his ankles, too; they were also cuffed to chains. If he shifted, he’d still be stuck. And his legs would also be gouged very deep by the steel cuffs. His bones might even break, and then he’d wind up crippled. “Whatcha thinking ’bout?” came a soft voice from his right. The voice belonged to a young female prisoner that Lucas had begun talking with daily. She was chained up in the space right beside him. “Nothing,” he rasped. “Just… pain. Same as always.” The woman was a commoner. She was nineteen years old, or so she sa