Betty POV
"Wake up, little queen."
The words do not belong to me.
They do not belong to Adriel or Mitchell.
They are heavy, scraping hooks dragging me out of the pitch-black void.
My eyes snap open.
A blinding spike of white light punches through my skull.
The sound comes a millisecond later. It is a deafening, concrete-splitting roar that rattles the fillings in my teeth.
I bolt upright.
The bedroom is absolute c*****e. Four walls of solid stone are split down the centre, weeping mortar and dust.
Right in the middle of the debris stands Luka.
He is not in his human skin. He is locked in his massive, hulking lycan form, his grey fur bristling with static electricity.
He is dead silent. He is not breathing.
His massive claws are buried two inches deep into the floorboards, anch
