Chapter 177

Sherman Darkness. Cold chains. The stench of damp concrete. The chains were made of that wolfsbane-silver alloy. I could feel them humming, some low-grade current making my bones ache and Leo snarl in my skull. I flexed my wrists against the metal restraints for the hundredth time, knowing it was pointless. Fucking Enzo. After hours in this concrete hell, one thing became crystal clear: Enzo Lawson wasn't just my enemy. He was a cancer spreading through every part of my life. The only decent thing he'd ever contributed to this world was his DNA to create Silvia. I shifted, the cold metal biting into my bare back. They stripped me down to just my pants. No shirt, no shoes, nothing with a GPS chip or a sharp edge. Smart. Annoyingly, professionally smart. It wasn't that I couldn't fight.Don't get it twisted. I learned to fight in the pack's pits at fifteen. The boardroom came much later. Most of those early sparring sessions were "arranged" by my father, who thought letting the older warr