Lucian's POV
They had poisoned me.
From the moment they'd dragged me into that hellish underground maze of corridors and cells, they'd been pumping their blood into my veins. Endless injections, one after another, until I'd lost count of how many times I'd felt that burning needle pierce my skin.
The agony was indescribable.
It felt like liquid fire racing through my bloodstream, like every cell in my body was being torn apart and rebuilt from the inside out. I'd screamed until my voice gave out, thrashed against my restraints until my wrists were raw and bleeding, begged for death when the pain became too much to bear.
But death hadn't come. Instead, something worse had.
The changes started small.
My temperature dropped until my skin felt like ice to the touch. My senses, normally so sharp and attuned to my lycan nature, began to dull and shift. Where once I could hear a heartbeat from three rooms away, now I found myself focusing on the sound of blood moving through veins.
