Luc scooped me up again and carried me bridal style across the castle; sniffing and nuzzling me the whole time. “You smell so f*****g good.” He murmured into my ear, nibbling at it a little. “I can see why Lycan’s have been said to become addictive to wolves.”
He pushed open a door leading down a stairwell, the walls smelling of damp and mildew as he descended. I could hear feint moaning and groaning the deeper we went, feint light from torches leading the way. It somewhat reminded me of the arena, the air reeked of hopelessness and despair.
When we got to the bottom, there were cells on either side of a large room, a fire going at a brazer in the center filling the room with a red glow. It gave me a sense of hell; no escape and fire and brimstone being your only comfort. I tried to keep
