Evelyn
Alexander backs away from me, collapsing on the bottom step of the dungeon. Several guards rush down the stairs around him, clamoring to restrain freed werewolf prisoners.
I’m on the ground, clutching the gash on my neck, trying to reclaim my breath, when two guards head for me, clearly intending to confine me as Alexander requested. I watch over their shoulders as other guards start hauling away the bodies of the werewolves Alexander tore through so mercilessly.
One thought blares through my mind as the guards haul me to my feet, backing me into the nearest empty cell: I cannot become another nameless body in the wake of the Lycan King’s destruction.
I release the wound on my neck, blood immediately gushing down my shoulder. Using where the guards are gripping my arms for leve
