NOLA

The pounding of knuckles on the door to my chamber where I'd been locked in with the Lycan’s best friend sounded almost as though it were coming from inside my head as I locked eyes with the accident man.

“Should we answer it?” I croaked quietly, watching the staccato wave of shadows from the stone hearth of the fore place play across his gaunt face before he shook his head slowly.

We waited what felt like minutes, but was probably all but five seconds and the knocking had not reminisced, even seeming to me, to increase the longer the knocker stood out there.

Had Kalden locked the door behind...