One Hundred Fifteen: Oliver

Oliver's P.O.V.

I could feel her. Her determination and anger.

But I could also feel her pain. My Lana was in pain. It was both a relief and disturbing. I had vowed to protect her, but I was also grateful because it meant that she was still alive.

My head rolled to the side as my limp body was shoved down to my knees, held up only by my biceps. I could hear the metal chains being adjusted only a second before they were wrapped around my neck, wrists, and ankles all at once. The burning of the silver startled me back to consciousness, and I growled in annoyance that I was back in this position.

I had been chained up before, but the dread that came from the way the metal weakened me and the sizzling of my flesh from the direct contact was new. I hadn't been expecting to feel this way, but now I had more to lose. I had a daughter and a mate waiting for me.

To top it off, I had made a promise to the Goddess that I would rid the Earth o