I stirred, the ache in my limbs making itself known before I even fully woke up. The floor was cold beneath me was hard, but the warmth of my cats curled around me had made it bearable. My fingers twitched, still tangled in Thalion's fur, and for a moment, I almost allowed myself to drift back into unconsciousness.
But something was wrong.
A prickle ran down my spine, sharp and insistent, like ice-cold fingers trailing along my skin. My breathing hitched, and an eerie awareness settled over me.
I wasn't alone.
My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim glow of the candlelight.
And then I saw him.
The Lycan King.
He was standing at the foot of my bed, watching me.
A shiver raced down my back.
I pushed myself up, my movements slow and deliberate, my heartbeat thudding against my ribs like a war drum. My throat was dry, my pulse a frantic rhythm, but I didn't look away from him.
"You monster," I spat, my voice thick with hatred.
