Clementine:
"I do not understand," I told the old man, my eyes widening in shock.
"You will find out soon. For now, sleep well, my princess," he whispered.
That was all he said before I felt something strike my arm. It did not feel like a wolfsbane, but more like a sedative, because my eyes immediately began to feel heavy. Before I knew it, sleep took over.
During the car ride, I woke up a few times. Each time, someone gave me water and asked if I was comfortable.
It was different from before. That earlier journey had been painful, but now I was treated differently. I was even given a blanket and a pillow.
After what felt like hours, I finally began to regain consciousness. I expected to wake up in a basement again, tired, with cold chains and silver pressed into my skin. But that did not happen.
Instead, I found myself resting comfortably in a bed. The mattress was soft, and the blanket covering me felt warm and fuzzy. The scent of fresh flowers filled the room, settling quietly in my chest.
I forced myself fully awake and looked around. The walls were not empty or dirty. The room was filled with beautiful decor and soft lights. I had to blink a few times to understand where I was.
For a moment, I thought I had been found. Maybe Ian had saved me.
But as I tried to sit up, panic set in. The room was completely unfamiliar, filled with decor, a couch, and a large window. And still, something held me back from getting out of the bed.
My legs were still bound together, almost like handcuffs, but my hands were free. I tried to pull at the restraints, but I did not have enough strength to break them.
"Mint, come on, you need to use your strength," I urged my wolf.
That was when I realized something else, something I had already noticed before passing out. My wolf was no longer awake inside me. And then it struck me.
Could I really be pregnant? That was when a wolf fell asleep.
"Is anybody outside?" I screamed as I got off the bed and hopped toward the window.
The window was boarded shut from the outside, which meant there was a small terrace beyond it, a narrow balcony. But my strength was gone. My wolf had fallen asleep, and whatever had been injected into me still left me weak and drowsy.
"Is anybody outside?" I screamed again.
I began hopping toward the door but slowed halfway there. That was when I heard footsteps approaching the room. Panic surged through me, and I jumped back just as the door finally opened.
"Do anything, and I will—" I started to warn them, but the words died in my throat when I saw a familiar face. The fear drained out of me at once.
"Yorick?" I asked, smiling widely.
"Oh my Goddess, Clementine!" he yelled, rushing toward me and wrapping his arms around me.


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