LAYLA

The cold, damp walls of the cell seems to close in on me as the heavy metal door creaked open. I strengthened up, my heartbeat echoing in my ears. Footsteps.

More of them this time.

I wasn't sure I wanted to look, but I did anyway, glancing up to see several figures stepped inside.

They were tall, broad shoulders, stern faces and expressions that looked like they were carved out of stone.

The one who had spoken looked so tall , his face so serious.

I sighed in relief, it wasn't the Lycan King.

Before I could even draw a breath, rough hands grabbed me, yanking me up with...