Alistair POV
Pain burns through my chest where the silver chain digs into my skin.
I can barely move.
The runes etched into the metal glow a sickening crimson, pulsing like a heartbeat against my flesh. Every pulse tightens the restraint, driving the silver deeper into my skin.
Silver burns, not like fire.
Fire is quick.
Silver is slow and cruel.
It eats through a vampire's strength little by little.
And this chain was designed specifically for creatures like me.
Vampire and Wolf.
Hybrid.
Each pulse drains more of my strength.
My fingers twitch uselessly against the ground as I struggle to move.
I can't.
The Destroyer stands over me.
Blade raised.
His expression is calm.
Like he's simply finishing a task assigned to him. Not killing someone.
Just doing a job.
I force myself to meet his gaze.
If I'm going to die, I won't beg.
The blade lifts higher.
My vision sharpens with the instincts of a predator facing death.
I hear the battle around us.
Cassian shouting.
