Liam struggled against the shadowy tendrils that bound him, his muscles straining as pain radiated through his body. The silver dust clung to his skin, burning with every movement, and the wolfbane coursing through his veins dulled his senses. He could hear Ragnar's labored breaths beside him, the larger wolf barely able to lift his head.
"Still fighting?" Alaric's mocking voice cut through the tense silence. He leaned lazily against a broken column, his piercing blue eyes glinting with amusement. "You'd think you'd learn by now, Liam. You can't win."
Liam growled low, his golden eyes blazing despite the pain. "You've forgotten one thing, Alaric."
"And what's that?" Alaric asked, his smirk widening.
"I never stop trying," Liam snarled, his muscles flexing as he yanked hard against the restraints.
The tendrils tightened around him, eliciting a pained grunt, but he refused to relent.
