Betty POV
"Wake up, Betty!" a voice roars through the dark.
I do not wake up.
I slide down the cold stone wall instead. My fingers release the old king's head. The memory of the ancient curse rips through my skull like a hot blade. I feel their agony. I feel the burning flesh of every dead female lycan in history.
"Get away from her!" Adriel screams.
His massive hands grab my shoulders. The contact burns my skin. I screech and thrash against him.
"Do not touch her, Adriel!" Luka yells from across the room.
The old king moves faster than both of them. His wrinkled hands catch my face before I hit the floor. His eyes are hollow. His breath smells like dust.
"Rest now, Betty," the king whispers. "Rest."
The world turns black.
I drop into a deep void. The pain vanishes. The screams i
