Silas didn't understand what was going on.
Then he saw the wolves.
They were restrained with heavy chains, thick links biting into the ground beneath them. The metal rattled softly every time they shifted, the sound sharp and unsettling. Low growls vibrated from their chests, deep and threatening, each one sending a chill down Silas's spine. Their eyes glinted faintly in the dim light, locked on him with an intensity that made his skin prickle.
Why were there wolves here?
What was going on?
Silas's chest tightened. His instincts screamed at him to move, to create distance, but his legs felt rooted in place. The wolves were massive—far larger than anything he had imagined. Their bodies were tense, muscles coiled beneath thick fur, every movement controlled and deliberate. They weren't lunging wildly.
What's going on? Did Kasteil not believe him? It looked like he had fallen into a trap.
"Have you ever seen them before?" Kasteil asked.
