Viktor POV
“How is she?” I asked.
“She’s alive.. but it will take some time to heal. The knife had to have been silver.. and the wound was covered in wolfsbane so I can only assume the knife was doused in it.” Beatrice said.
I let out a growl as I slammed my fist into the concrete wall.
“How did this happen? Why didn’t she try to fight or shift?” I growled. Was this because of the collar? I’d stopped giving her wolfsbane completely..
“I found a needle prick in her neck. She was given wolfsbane.. and the collar.. the silver collar didn’t help. I took my eyes off of her for merely a second.” Beatrice sobbed.
“She.. screamed for me.. Beatrice.” I fell against the wall and took a deep breath.
“In her moment of pure fear.. she screamed for me.” I dropped my face into my hands.
“She sur
