Chapter 31

My attention was drawn from the room to Archer by the sound of metal clinking as he pulled something from the cupboard.

“Chain him to the bed,” Joan advised as Archer returned to us carrying length after length of metal linked chains. A heavy padlock hung from one link.

“Is that really necessary?” I gasped even as Archer set to work, wrapping the chains around Mathew’s body and the bed.

“If he turns, he’ll be angry and violent. This is the safest thing for him and us,” Joan explained. “He might hurt himself or attack us, and if he does that I know he will never forgive himself.”

My heart hammered heavily in my chest. How had things changed so quickly? Only a couple of hours ago I’d been kissing Mathew, and now he was chained to a bed after being attacked by a freaking werewolf.

“Let’s go and get cleaned up,” Joan suggested before I could give any kind of protest.