CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING
Then something rough pressed over my nose and mouth—a cloth.
I jerked my face away, holding my breath, lungs already burning.
Don’t breathe. Don’t breathe.
But I couldn’t hold it forever.
My chest heaved.
I sucked in air.
The sharp, bitter smell flooded my nose—wolfsbane.
It hit like fire.
My vision blurred instantly.
Legs turned to jelly.
I tried to scream again, but it came out muffled, weak.
Through the haze, I reached for the mind link—the one connection that never failed, the one thread that always reached him.