CHAPTER twelve: Catalina or His mate!

  The high-pitched scream was so loud that the windows of the castle rattled, a shrill noise that none of them would ever be able to forget.

  Amelia Whittaker groaned in pain, sweating profusely. The werewolf king stood hunched and bent over in a corner of the room, trembling from the intense agony

  “Make it cease!” Conroy yelled at the old shaggy man sticking a sizzling knife inside Amelia, close to her spine. Her skin was so red, blotchy and hot that steam escaped through its pores. As though she was boiling.

  “You have to trust him, Lucas. You brought her here for a reason.” The vampire king, Fehr snapped at Conroy who in turn glared back at him.

  “I brought my mate here to be healed. Not to be killed!” Conroy gritted his teeth.

  Fehr laughed bitterly, showing his fangs, “Mate?”

  Conroy closed his eyes, trying to reign his anger in.