The black chains pulled us hard toward the dark water below, and there was nothing gentle about it.
The cold from them burned my skin in the worst way, like ice that bit deep into flesh and bone. Every point where the chains touched felt like it was on fire and freezing at the same time.
I grabbed desperately at the edge of the stone path with both hands. My fingers kept slipping on the wet rock, nails scraping against stone as I fought for grip.
Ezra reached for me, his hand stretching out. We were so close, our fingertips brushed for just a moment.
But the chain around his arms yanked him backward with brutal force, pulling him away before we could get a proper hold.
He growled deep and tried to shift into his wolf form, muscles bulging with the effort. The chains tightened in response, black mist wrapping tighter. He couldn't change, they were preventing it completely.
