Naeris's POV

I hung the last piece of the royal lady's dress on the line, my arms aching with exhaustion. "I hate this," I kept muttering, but no one heard. No one would come to save me.

I sat on the small stool beside the garden where I'd hung the clothes and sighed. My neck was sore from the claw marks Draven had placed, but my wolf was filled with a hunger I knew too well.

Hunger for him.

My mind reeled as I recalled how he had Draven pinned to the wall, ...