My heart sinks at the expression of pure rage that Nicholas wears as he watches the two of us untangle from one another. I smooth my dress out as Nick turns away to button up his pants.
“N-Nicholas, I’m so sorry,” is all I can say.
He sucks in a sharp breath at my words, but he says nothing in response. Instead, he crosses the space between us and takes hold of my arm, his fingers digging into my flesh roughly.
“Get your hands off of her!” Nick bellows, fighting against the bars. I turn around to see him transform into a werewolf and let out a loud growl that shakes the room. His wolf charges the bars, but they do not budge.
“Those bars were specifically enchanted to contain werewolves,” Nicholas spits at the wolf, before turning away and storming out of the room. He drags me behind
