Chapter 23: Monica

Ludovic's POV

"Iris"

Her name was the first thing I said when I woke up. It was the last thing I saw as well. In the troubling nightmare, I saw her dragged and bruised in a dark torture house. I swore that I'd come for her and rip out the heart of her oppressors, chopping them into a heart salad- if there was a thing like it.

Moments ago, in the front of the burning Morning Sun Motel, Amber and I were kind of getting to know each other more, but somehow, I found myself tucked under my blanket in my own bed.

I didn't understand how fast I was transported to my own castle, tucked in bed in my cotton pyjamas. We can talk about how my dress got changed later, but now, there was something more pressing at hand.

"Amber." I sat up on the bed and gradually peeled my eyes open to see a couple of maids standing with their backs hunched, and their covered hair bowed. Looking into the eye of a Lycan king was almost punishable by ostracisation. Father made the law, not me.

"How did I get here?" I