Adriel POV
"Wake up, you useless old bastard," I growled, slamming my palm against the iron grate of the cell.
My uncle didn’t move. His breathing was a shallow, pathetic rattle in the damp dark of the subterranean bunker. For a century, he had been nothing but a feral shell, lost to the Lycan madness. But five minutes ago, my mate had touched him.
Betty. A slip of a girl who shouldn't have been able to heal a scratched knee, let alone reverse a hundred-year-old blood curse.
Beside me, Betty gasped, her fingers trembling as she reached through the bars again. "Adriel, wait. I can reach him. I can see the day it happened."
"Don't," I snapped, grabbing her wrist. The heat radiating from her skin shocked me. It was too intense, too pure. "You've already drained yourself saving Jethro. If
