Chapter 145

Third Person's POV

On the other side of the manor, Lorcan was doing his duty with the patience of a saint-or a martyr. He had checked the IV in Cerys's room several times, and each time he walked in, he was force-fed another mouthful of "mate-bond dog food."

The less potion left in the hanging vial,

the heavier the single wolf's despair.

By the end, he simply couldn't take it anymore. With a drama