Ariella
"No, don’t!" My throat tore from my scream, trying to thrash against the arms that held me in place. They were like iron vices, the armor-clad man behind me refusing to release me as I watched the Lycan King hold Eli by the throat, squeezing until choked noises of pain escaped him.
We were in some room that looked pulled right out of a fantasy set - a metal-looking throne sitting to one side, stairs curling around it and opening to a dark floor that looked stained with years of blood and decay. It smelt like it too.
I could feel something swirling in my veins, like an electrical charge waiting to spark, but every time I tried - my Wolf whined, terrified of the King - of his Wolf and the darkness that shone deeper than hate or anger, it was a deep need to possess me. It made my
