Chapter 51. An Enemy to My Enemy Is My Friend

Silas’s POV

It was torture I had never felt before. It didn’t hurt, of course. Nothing can physically hurt me. It was just the most frustrating thing I have ever felt in my entire existence. Being aware of your body but not being able to move it. I should have been more powerful than that, but it’s amazing what a group of witches working together can do.

For a hundred years, I have been in a never-ending slumber in the middle of nowhere, and now, I am finally free. Unfortunately, the witches’ magic could only go so far. Maybe being in a never-ending sleep wasn’t so bad for me after all. I had my thoughts to myself. I meditated, I spent time disciplining myself and coming up with a plan.

I spent time thinking of all the ways I wanted to kill all the descendants of the witches who imprisoned me. I spent time thinking about how I should be the rightful alpha of the pack of the