Alaric’s POV
Fuck!!! Too much pain.
That’s the first thing I register. It creeps in slowly, like fire licking at frayed nerves and scorched muscle. It anchors me to the present.
I shift slightly, grimacing as the lashes across my back stretch taut. The wolfsbane did its job, just like I wanted it to. Every inch of me feels like it’s been peeled raw and left to rot. Good.
Pain means I haven’t gone soft.
I open my eyes, and the scent of poultice and herbs hits me before my vision clears. My wolf stirs uneasily, snarling under my skin.
I had ignored him last night. Of course, he has not for once agreed to let me harm my body but there is no little he can do when he is bound.
I paused, there is someone in the room but before I could look, a soft voice murmurs beside me. “Thank the moon
