The next time I wake, I'm groggy and can't feel my legs. It takes me some time to come fully to, to allow my wolf to heal me while I fight my patience and the need to weep and scream my rage and frustration into the empty room.

Andre took his time, with Jean Marc watching from the corner. The first light of day shone through the bars before I passed out this round. The last thing I saw was a sharp blade penetrating my abdomen, driving me, ...