Chapter 43 - Revoke

*Pryce Winsley’s POV*

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A bright light made by a witch shone on me, making me growl and squint my eyes. Magenta had taken me somewhere using her Mirak’s Crystal, and all I could hear were people cheering and howling of wolves, werewolves to be exact.

We seemed to be in the middle of nowhere while there were trees all around us, and the moon shines to its brightest above us.

Is this some kind of a stage or something I stood on? Where the heck are we? So, these are their followers, eh?

I hissed when something suddenly burned both my wrists, ankles, and my neck, and the painful feeling was quite familiar. It’s silver chains again. Nothing new? 

Though it hurts, I don’t want to shift