He was fighting so hard to free himself that his body was aching in places that shouldn’t even exist, but Aidan Casthiel was well aware that his struggle wouldn’t last more than a day or two. The silver was wreaking havoc on his system and would not even allow him to fight.

He watched his mother approach for the tenth time, holding some sort of concoction that she forced down the tube she had managed to shove down his throat. By now, even his head was strapped to the plank and he could finally understand what it must have been like for Rhiannon to feel the helplessness of being reduced by silver.

It was unbearable, but knowing that her mother was recreating the rituals to subdue Akela again was far worse.

He listened to her pray with passion and closed his eyes, feeling the effect of the concoction throughout his body. The last one had filled his dreams with horrible nightmares where his wolf was chasing him and dismembering him bit by bit. Akela had had to calm him down for several h