Despair

Brooklyn's POV:

I didn't know how long I had been in a coma, but I still had no strength to react. When I woke up, it's pitch black and quiet. Only Editha's yelling rang in my head.

"Silver seal! This is a silver seal!"

A silver seal was a silver prison for werewolves. If a werewolf was locked in it, its power would be greatly weaHaleed, and would not be able to transform into a werewolf.

I suddenly remembered that Hale's house did have a silver-sealed basement. I was curious and asked him why he built such a place. He said it was to prevent enemies from the other side.

And now this enemy turned out to be me.

How ironic.

At this moment, the door to the basement of the silver seal was suddenly opened. The dazzling light from the outside was like daggers, stabbing people to the point that they could hardly open their eyes. I barely raised my hand to cover the light, and I vaguely saw a tall and heroic figure while I was still lying on the ground.

The figure approached me, and kne