ROMAN's POV
[THE NIGHT BEFORE HIS ARRIVAL BACK IN CRESCENT MOON]
I wiped the last smear of Angelo's blood from my knuckles, my breath coming in ragged gasps as my heart hammered against my chest incessantly.
Pulling the edges of the dark robe tightly over my chest, i knotted the rope with trembling fingers before slowly walking out of the room, my legs light against the floor.
Every step felt like torture.
My neck still burned fiercely where the silver-laced needle had pierced my skin.
My limbs felt like they had been rammed on all night from all the wolfbane coursing through my veins.
My legs shook violently as I walked, my hand and feet partially numb.
I could barely walk properly, not without a groan escaping my lips.
'Ethan?' I called out in my head, my brow furrowing as I waited for a response.
My wolf hadn't said anything since the humiliation.
I knew he could hear me, could feel my pain.
'You're just going to be a little bitch now, aren't you?'
