Raven POV
I can feel him heating up the branding rod again, my skin already healing. Too fast for these sick twisted fuckers’ liking. I try and push for River, but she’s hiding, and I don’t know why. I search every inch of my mind and find her, but she’s unable to get up. What have they done to her?
A single tear escapes my eye as I growl.
“Oh, we consulted some witches on things we could utilize to make this a seamless transition for you. Nightshade, Wolfsbane, Monkshood—they will suppress your wolf and weaken your resolve,” David says coldly.
He gets up and starts pacing, the menace and manic mood evident in his erratic movements. He slides over to me and touches my face. I hiss at him, and he punches me square in the mouth. Luke gasps, “s**t, Dad, not her face.” He growls, and David
