MEMORIES
Rylan's POV
The machine roared back up. I knew what was coming. Had experienced that four more times already. The extraction nastier than the previous. Each one dragging me farther from my wolf. More of what made me Alpha. More of what made me alive.
The agony sliced light through my back. Every nerve screamed. Somewhere deep in me, my wolf howled. So faint now. Barely there. Just an echo of might that once made the very ground beneath quake.
I screamed and my throat ripped. Until blood filled my mouth. Until there was just the pain.
The machine stopped. I was limp in the restraints. Gasping. Bleeding. Dying piece by piece.
“That was a good session,” Marcus said. He sounded pleased. Cheerful even. As if we were talking about the weather. “Three full vials this time. Your al
