Chapter 113

• –let me remind you, just in case you've forgotten!. The voice shouted into my head.
• I let go of the ms I had held on to strong and I held my head as another memory assaulted my brain.
• He was a monster. He wasn’t meant to live, still, he relished the feeling of being alive once more. What was it the Night Bliss had done to him? Alexander turned to his side, and then he turned back again. He couldn’t sleep. They were having a feast, and the noisy chatter hit deep into his subconscious like he was there with them. He might as well be. Alexander used his werewolf power to try and make out what the people were saying. At first, the clank of forks and knives on a plate was all he could hear, until the voices became clearer, more distinctive.