Chapter Forty-Seven

She shifted, fur sprouting on her arm with claws slashing through the binding on her hand. But I grabbed her hand and slammed it back down onto the arm of the chair and tsked again. “And where do you think you are going?”

“Let me go!” She screamed in my face, trying to shift completely.

“Well, that isn’t going to work for me.” I stood and slammed her struggling arm back onto the armrest and unraveled the rope in my hands. “I was trying to give you an out, Aurora. I really, truly hoped you would have been smart enough to take it. But I guess you want to see how long you will keep up the act.” I wrapped her in the silvered rope, her skin hissing and bubbling from the contact as I wound it around her arm and the chair.

She started to scream, and I hushed her. “Stop. Goddess, stop. You can’t do this to me.”

“Oh, but you are wrong there. You poisoned the alpha of this pack, and that made you a traitor. Once my father has a clear mind, you will be banished, and if he never recovers, then this pack will fall to Ronnie.”

“Actually, Amy, you will inherit the pack. It’s been approved by the king,” Ronnie tossed out, and Aurora’s eyes widened again at it.

“Well then, no matter what, you will be banished. A rogue has no rights. But even if that wasn’t true, the king has given me permission to do this, or did you already forget? I know silver burns something fierce.” I smiled as I finished tying her up.