Caius POV
The demon left me alone in a dark, damp cell deep within the dungeon. Very little light entered and only through a few small cracks against the walls. The stale blood filled my cell from the previous prisoner, and my wrists remained cuffed with spelled chains blocking my ability to shift into my Lycan.
I failed my mate.
I wanted to reach out to her, I wanted to hear her soft, loving voice, and I wanted to feel her warmth against me.
Celia traded herself for my cure. If I had not acted so rashly and listened to her, this would have never happened. A part of me broke the moment the demon bound Celia to Adam. The one person who meant the world to me was being stripped away.
I closed my eyes, wanting to link with her as I focused on our link.
"Stop!" Silver yelled within me.
