#Chapter 478: Claws of Tradition

Nina The bars of the strange cell must have been made of silver, because they burned my flesh when I reached through for Enzo. I winced, reluctantly pulling back from his touch. “Enzo,” I panted, “what-what’s going on here?” “Nina, Luke, why did you risk everything to come here?” Enzo stood, shaking his head and clutching his hair. “You don’t know the half of Mila’s depravity… she’s fucking crazy!” “Yeah, man, we can see that,” Luke said, his voice strained from shouting. I turned to see him pushing himself to his feet; thankfully, he was unharmed. So was I. Enzo, on the other hand… “Who was that corpse out there?” I blurted out. “Enzo, what happened? Are you hurt?” Enzo scoffed and gestured to the silver ropes wrapped around his wrists and neck, wincing even as he did so. “Aside from this mess?” he asked. “Yeah, I guess I’m fine. And that corpse… that was a bear shifter. Mila, she… she made us fight to the death.” “Holy shit…” Luke murmured. Now, he was the one cl