Asher's POV
I opened my eyes to darkness the sound of pups playing in the distance meaning I was not too far away from the pack house.
The only light present was the sunlight from the rectangular shaped windows that were far above my head.
I groaned in pain trying to stand up not realizing I had been tied to the chair with ropes and silver chains.
My arms were tied to the back of the chair I was strapped in with ropes while my entire middle was chained with silver a heavy padlock keeping it in place. Despite the shirt I wore or the remains of the shirt I could feel the burns from the silver burning my skin through the flimsy material of the shirt.
The last thing I remember was being knocked out with a fat plank of wood at the base of head.
Fucking assholes.
That would explain the immense pain I felt at the back of my head.
