Chapter Thirty Three

Maddox's POV

The room came back into focus slowly. Kayla stood by my side, her tender hand rested on my shoulder, concern etched into her face. Blake and Lena stand behind her, hand in hand. Most of the Lycan's had dissipated into the bowels of the gargantuan stone building. The King hovers at the back of the room chatting with a younger Lycan.

This one was different to the rest, leaner and cleaner with clear scar-free skin and slicked back ebony hair. He wore the obligatory black combat pants and t-shirt and clutched a glass of ice water in one hand and a small white box in the other. He turned his attention from his King to me and sauntered over to our group.

I remained on the wooden chair that was shoved under me minutes ago my body still too ravaged with agony to stand.

"Here," he said, tipping out two white pills from the small box he held.

"What are they?" I asked, tracking my thumb over one.

"Tyle