BLOOD PRICE & BROKEN CROWNS
Rylan's POV
THETHE THE rst thing I know, the very first sensation was cold. Not cold in the sense of clear winter air; not cold the way metal is cold. This was the cold of death seeping into my veins, slow and methodical. I opened my eyes a slit and white light seared my brain like fire.
I tried to move. My body refused. I was being pinned down, straps cutting into my wrists and ankles. There were tubes coming out of my arms, my chest, my neck. Machines beeped in the same cadence as my failing heart. The scent hit me next. Antiseptic. Blood. And below it all, beneath it. Rot. My wolf was dying.
"Easy, brother. You need your strength."
My head jerked toward the sound of the voice. There was a white-hot pain shooting through my skull and I didn't care. Marcus
