Chapter 1170 You Must Submit

• Ian
• “Enough, wolf!” the healer curses, tossing a cast iron pan to the ground. It’s now crescent shaped, and I think I know why. My face throbs where she hit me with it. My vision swims and melts while I clutch the wall. “You cannot fight it! You’re killing yourself by refusing to submit!”
• “What is happening to me?” I growl through gritted teeth that feel sharper than I remember. Blood weeps across my tongue where my incisors rake lines across my flesh.