Harley:
Panic consumed me before I even had the chance to take in my surroundings. Flashes of Alistair grabbing me in the woods while I stood beside him smiling. He left that version of me there… with my mates… with my pack.
“It was a damn golem.” My wolf grumbled, stretching lazily.
“Let’s get the f**k out of here,” I growled, sitting up in a bedroom decked out in blacks and reds.
“Can’t toots. No one is coming for us, and we are stuck here for twenty-nine days.” She crossed her front paws, laying her head down again.
“Explain what you mean quickly before I have a f*****g heart attack,” I said through gritted teeth.
“We were dragged into the realm of the forgotten at the peak of the full moon. That portal won’t open again until the king of the damned opens it. Or the moon is full
