The fever dragged me in and out of one nightmare after another.
In every dream, I was back inside the Blood Moon Hall.
Aiden was helping Seraphina down the steps. Bryce draped my moon crested cloak over her shoulders. Cyril stood nearby laughing, saying a useless wolf like me should have been thrown out long ago.
The three of them walked right past me without even bothering to look back.
I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.
Then the scene shifted. A silver blade pressed against my wrist again.
I jolted awake so violently that my whole body shot upright. The first thing I did was clutch my wrist, protecting it instinctively.
A hand immediately reached in from beside the bed, caught my shoulder, and eased me back against the fur covered pillow.
Cassian stood over me. His black c
