Chapter sixteen

Dregen’s P.O.V

The sound of my heart beating frantically in my chest snapped me awake. My eyes flew open, only to be met with darkness so thick that it seemed almost tangible, the acrid smell of burning flesh almost choking me back to unconsciousness.

Then it all came back. Killing the true blood, Saratan, and the punishment.

Feeling for something to hold onto in the darkness, my hands slammed against the rough wooden walls and I bit back a groan as the pain from the silver seared through me like hot coals. It was torture just to suck in a breath.

Being awake could only mean one thing… my punishment was over. Fucking council members. The least they could do was help me out of the coffin.

Although my senses were dimmed, I could feel the moon rising, the tingling in my psyche enough warning. Fuck. I need to be home soon.

With a primal roar, I used all my strength to push against the wooden walls of the casket.

Splinters dug into my fingers as I clawed at the wood, each move