Chapter 32 Royal Blood
- Bertha's POV
- Ford yanking against the chain he's bound with pulls my attention back to him. He’s trying to squirm free from the chair again, a stupid, futile act. My patience wears thin.
- “Stop it,” I growl, my claws protruding from beneath my fingertips. “You keep pulling at that chair, and I swear, I’ll have you turned into a werewolf.”