Knowing Elena had drugged Drake in the past. They finally understood why Drake's madness for her had burned so fierce before his amnesia.
Drake had once nearly killed someone for Elena. The memory was still whispered among the packs. He had lifted a student from Crescent academy by the collar. Ready to hurl the boy off the rooftop. If not for Elena’s sharp voice cutting through the haze, that student would have been nothing more than a broken corpse. Elena’s command alone had stopped Donald’s beast that night.
Now, standing here again, the same storm raged inside him. Could it be… had Drake regained his memory?
Without Elena speaking a word, Drake pressed harder on Joan's head, his boot grinding against bone.
Joan's body shook under him. “Lady Elena, I’m worthless! I pretended to be
