Solana's POV
It had been a week after Grayson and his son abducted me, after they had tortured my mate and tried to forcefully mark me and steal what was mine. But now, they were the ones in the dungeon, while my mate and I were getting ready to ascend as the Alpha and Beta of the Blood moon pack.
Alastor was better, but he would never be well again.
It turned out that the blows I landed him with those cuffs around my hand, did more than just stopping him from marking me. It had shattered something inside of him, a part that governed his perception of the world— the occipital region. It affected his visuals, and now he saw things wrongly and processed everything slowly.
At first the doctors believed that he would recover fully, given the proper care and medication. He was a werewolf af
