Chapter Fourteen

M I K H A I L

“That can’t be,” I whisper, but my voice sounds so quiet and so muted that I can hardly hear myself too. “This can’t . . . there has to be a way.”

My Lycan, Kingsley, growls in my head, and I can hear it ringing in my ears even though we share a body. In return, I howl in my Lycan form, the sound bouncing so intensely off the walls that even Evan has to clamp his hands over his ears.

Now that I’m fully conscious while Kingsley is up and running around, my panic is making its way through the surface more. I can tell that he’s not comfortable with the changes and this causes our Lycan form to slam itself against the walls, which explains the scratches.

However, the pain from the collision doesn’t feel normal. Usually slamming into the padded walls would not cause any kind of pain, but this time it feels like someone is hammering at my bones in the hopes of breaking them.

And this goes on for hours until I shift back to my human form again, this time weaker than ever.

I col