The Lycan King’s Broken Mate
He was not a man who forgot anything.
I don’t know when I finally drifted off. Perhaps I slipped into half-sleep only for minutes, when suddenly a rough hand dragged me out of it.
“Get up!” someone hissed, shaking my shoulder.
My eyes flew open, and the first thing I saw was the torchlight seeping in from the dark corridor. One of the Shadowwolves stood by my bed. His broad shoulders, dark armor, and those cold, empty eyes told me everything: you don’t ask questions, you obey.