The Beast And The Blessed

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 44

Forty-Four: Natalie

Natalie’s P.O.V.

The castle was oddly empty, even for the middle of the week. I felt like there were eyes on me everywhere I went, but then I would turn, and the room or hallways would be empty beyond my new collection of guards.

I had asked for one extra. Tobias had responded with two.

There was no arguing with a man who refused to talk back. He won almost everytime.

The pack was steering clear of the possibly infectious Lycans that were chained up and sedated in the infirmary. I hadn’t even seen Charlie around since the incident, but I knew she wasn’t far. Every so often, I would see one of her wild men either in the castle or on the training field.

So far, no one else had shown any signs of the curse or disease, but it was wise of our people to steer clear of the area for the time being.

What wasn’t wise was that I kept trying to get closer to them. I would make it to the end of the hallway and would stare down the long corridor. The desire to check on them and support them through their healing was masked by the fear that settled its way into my bones after the first visit.

What if there weren’t enough people to hold them down, and they managed to get out of the reinforced chains? Surely, the healers were keeping them sedated still, but we still had no idea what magic was at play.

be on the verge of a breakdown while she tried to

the morning. From what Killian told me when he returned to our room, she had sliced Heath’s arm right open let him bleed into a bowl for a second,

its way free

laughed, and it was good to see him that way. After he let me explore his Lycan, he shut down. He tried to hide it. He shifted back immediately

the look in his eyes was distant. He was distracted and had the right to be. But something about the way the emptiness stayed in his eyes

didn’t

to tell me what I did wrong, the least I could do was try to help him and take

seemed annoyed by her antics. If going to see her

the way to the witch’s tower, while my two new guards followed behind us. The silent man was anxious… eager even, to see the pale-haired woman. I bit back a smile as I thought about how cute it was that he was openly showing his emotions for her, even if he wasn’t ready to give in

was the black door covered

or just enter. It was her tower, but she had also been a bit preoccupied, and I was almost positive that she wouldn’t hear me if I had gone as far as

his way inside. I followed behind him, shivering as the air thickened in the doorway. It wasn’t unpleasant, but the several inches of what I assumed were magic was not enjoyable. I had no clue what I had just

catch their attention was the high-pitched scream of frustration followed by the sound of ceramic shattering

bland. My finger ran along the thin layer of dust covering a console table against the wall. The

an irritated groan echoed down the stairwell. “Joselin, I’m coming

decor and limited lighting beyond the few candles on the table in front of her made me slow as I pushed open the cracked door after going up one flight of stairs.