Episode 79

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SASKIA'S POV

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When Mikael said Kaleb was in the stocks, I did not think it would be an actual torture device complete with clasps and fasteners to lock limbs beneath heavy posts. Yet, that isn't what drops my jaw. The cause of my appalled awe is the fact that every object the seething werewolf is connected to has been fashioned from silver.

"Woah." I breathe out the last vestiges of the cold as Mikael swiftly closes the latch behind us. The icy gust screams at the barred door, incensed at not getting a chance to breeze in, and I sigh in relief because I don't think I have it in me to shiver one more time.

It's warmer inside. Honestly, if the conditions of this barren place were better and the lodging itself was dedicated to a different cause, I may have contemplated making it my bedroom for at least one night. Sleeping in my room is a pain, as it becomes Arctic cold at night, and the fire built in the hearth often dies off too early. The frost in my bones becomes unbearabl