Enyo Burnside
Have you ever been so set on something that you don't notice how badly you have f****d up until it’s too late. Yeah, well that realisation hit around the same time as the dart that is now sending a fire through my veins, forcing me to shift back. The last thing I remember before I succumb to the darkness is the smirking face of Dylan, while my last thought is of my mate; f**k, Clayton.
My head is throbbing and the tapping on my cheek has me growling before I even open my eyes. I extend my senses checking my limbs, I slightly wince as the ache in my shoulders from being hung by my wrists. I mean I appreciate I am a prisoner but why hang me from my f*****g wrists. The metallic taste in my mouth tells me I am bleeding from somewhere. The slap leaves my left ear ringing, and ha
