#Chapter25

Sacrificial Lamb

Sapphire Nightborne

The temptation to rip the goldcoloured gown in front of me increased the more I looked at myself. I wanted to rip into it till it was unrecognisable, till the patterns that highlighted the triumphs of the Black Blood Pack were nothing but gold threads on the ground. It might have been the perfect dress to any other shewolf, but to me, it only screamed one word: Slavery.

That was what I saw, slavery, the onyx studded bracelets might as well have been shackles, because what I was about to do was not an inch different from slavery. I was about to sell my soul,...