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.

tried to dissect

calm the panic Joselin had started when she manifested in the infirmary at one in the morning. From what Killian told me when he returned

but then uncontrollable laughter forced its way free

After he let me explore

distracted and had the right to be. But something about the way the emptiness stayed in his eyes as

didn’t

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

He seemed to be just as worried about her as I was. Killian just seemed annoyed by her antics. If going to see her would ease some of Killian’s frustrations and put Tobias

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

the black door covered in hand-drawn white and

sure if I should knock or just enter. It was her tower, but she had also been a bit preoccupied, and I was

door open without an invitation or warning, and made 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

high-pitched scream of frustration followed by the sound of ceramic

ran along the thin layer of dust covering a console table against the wall. The surface was bare of belongings as she probably rarely ever used the door or dropped her stuff

an irritated groan echoed down the

open the cracked door after going up one flight of stairs. The black, round table in