Chapter 33

• Cesmae’s POV
• The Lycan’s grip tightens, cutting off my air entirely. My vision narrows, black spots creeping in from the edges, threatening to consume me entirely. Each heartbeat pounds louder in my ears, a frantic drumbeat counting down the moments until I slip into unconsciousness.
• I try to scream, to thrash against the iron grip holding me, but my strength is fading rapidly. My limbs feel like lead, my body betraying me as the darkness edges closer, wrapping around me like a shroud.