Chapter 97

Maeve’s POV

I gasped, one hand pressed against the deep cut at my neck, where I’d wounded myself. Dizziness washed over me as fresh blood gushed from the gash. This was becoming a terrible mistake—I could feel my strength slipping away with every heartbeat. If the worst happened, I feared I would bleed out here before I ever managed to escape or before Draven found me. I knew he would be frantic, tearing apart every corner of this place in his desperate search for me.

And that—exactly that—was Lucius’s plan. He had lured them all here, deliberately preventing the curse’s undoing to ensure Draven and the Pack’s downfall, simply so he could satisfy his own greed.

A low groan escaped me as warmth drained from my fingers. My once-vibrant blue dress and the matching cloak were now streaked with dark crimson. Each movement along the bed was agony; the heavy chains binding my wrists and ankles held me rigidly in place.

I tried with all my will to reach out to