Chapter 18

For two long days, I've been stuck here, my ankles bound to the bed frame, a constant reminder of my helplessness and the damning reality that I could not trust my mate. The room is big and luxurious, but I feel like a prisoner in a gilded cage. More than I’ve ever felt before. My predicament with Lucas had only gotten worse. Not only had he chained me to this bed, but he's not dared show up for two days now. I felt like I was drowning. I was frustrated and angry at him. I should have known that this would blow up in my face. I should have approached this differently. Planned it differently. Lucas is nowhere to be seen, and anger bubbles within me. How could he chain me like this?

I have had this time to myself to try and digest what had happened here. Someone well and dead had been brought back by my mate’s blood. There was still much about that that I didn't understand. The mysteries of Lycans continue to unravel every day.

Is this why they’ve always been private? Is this why the