CHAPTER 66 A Temporary Fix

  Amdis placed his hand over the open wound, muttering words in a foreign language that echoed in the in the room. His palm grew unbearably hot, and the scent of burning flesh filled the air. Ethan clenched his jaw, suppressing a scream as the searing heat closed the wound. His muscles trembled as he shifted, slowly shedding the fierce, hulking form of his Lycan side. The pain was excruciating, but he fought through it, the beast within him retreating into the recesses of his mind.

  "Fetch me clothes for the Alpha King," Amdis commanded. His servants, who had been hiding in the shadows, sprang into action, eager to obey now that the immediate danger had passed. They disappeared through a side door, their footsteps barely audible against the stone floor.

  Amdis stepped back, his eyes never leaving Ethan. The Alpha King's chest heaved as his breathing gradually steadied. The wildness that had clouded his gaze moments before was replaced by a flicker of clarity and, perhaps, shame.