Ridah’s POV
They gave me a cell. They called it “guarded quarters.”
Same thing.
Four walls, one door, two enforcers who wouldn’t meet my eyes. The pack was scared of me, and I couldn’t blame them. I was scared of me too.
The full moon was tomorrow night.
I could feel it already, pulling at the curse under my skin like a tide. If I didn’t learn to control it before then, it would control me. And if it did, Forsaken would be the first one to pay for it.
The door opened without a knock.
“Move,” Forsaken said.
His voice left no room for argument. He looked like hell blood dried on his jaw, shoulder still stitched, eyes sharp with exhaustion and anger. But he was here.
“Breaking me out?” I asked, standing.
“Training you,” he said. “Before you burn the territory down
