Nalya. 

I didn't know how long I had been in darkness. My body was weak, and I couldn't move my limbs. The wolfsbane was taking its toll on me, and I noticed the blood that streaked down my nose. 

" Wife, you're awake," Arlon's deep voice said. I snapped my eyes in his direction. He was leaning against the wall with a bottle of whiskey in hand. 

" I'm not your wife," I spat out the words like they were acid. 

" We got married with your father's blessing," he sneered. I wanted to growl, but couldn't as my voice was strained and dry. I needed water, however, I didn't...