CALDER
I jolted awake from a thudding pain in my thigh. I immediately knew what happened as I glared up at one of Tyr’s cronies. He crouched down in front of me and held a bottle of water out. “Drink,” he grunted.
Resentfully, I obliged. The first splash of water across my tongue had me wanting to chug it all back. My dry throat screamed in short-lived relief as I forced myself not to go too fast. To one side, I heard Gentry enduring a similar exchange.
On my other side, Cullen gave a delirious snarl before accepting his.
The wolf crouched before me and produced a muffin, at least I thought it was a muffin. He held it near my face and waited. With every meal fed to us in this manner, my rage amplified. Unlike my brother, I was being rational about handling the situation.
I had a g
