Neve POV
Motherf*ckers. I could barely lift my head. They drained my blood within an inch of my life. At some point in the night, I was dumped back in my glass cage with a drip attached to my arm and plunged into darkness. I knew the drip was laced with wolfsbane as well as fluids so I pulled it out of my arm as soon as the door shut.
It was now morning and they had come in to reinsert it a couple of times but each time, I managed to pull it out with my teeth. Lying on my bed with my eyes locked on my mate was all I could manage with the little strength I had. He was standing at the glass wall of his cell, his hazel eyes fixed on me with concern and rage. He hadn’t moved. He was like some ripped sculpture of the perfect man, too good to be true and I was at least grateful for the eye ca
