Chapter 22. A Lycan’s Mark

Althea felt like her head was going to split open as she slowly opened her eyes.

The last thing she remembered was Melva charging toward her in her beast form then another beast had lunged at her from the side. After that, someone grabbed her from behind, pressing a handkerchief to her face. The sharp, sickly scent of something drugged filled her lungs and then darkness.

She jolted upright with a gasp.

Melva was beside her, both their hands and feet bound. They were inside a moving carriage. Iron chains were wrapped tightly around Melva’s body, likely to keep her from shifting.

“Melva,” Althea called out.

Melva stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked quickly and, upon seeing Althea, tried to sit up despite the chains.

“Are you alright, My Lady? Are you hurt?” she asked, scanning Althea with concern.

Althea shook her head. “I’m fine, Melva. What about you?” Her gaze landed on the dried blood crusted along Melva’s forehead