Chaos POV
As I drifted in sleep, her voice reverberated, enveloping me with the assurance of safety. But instead, I felt a suffocating sense of confinement, reminiscent of my time in prison. Normally, my lycan instincts could rouse me, but some unknown substance kept me locked in sleep, devoid of control.
Finally awakening, I sensed the softness beneath me and as I opened my eyes, I found myself in a bed. The scent of Skye hung in the air, yet she was absent. Another aroma wafted, unmistakably that of a vampire. Startled, I jolted upright in the bed and surveyed the small room, a dim light glowing beneath a closed door.
Without hesitation, I rushed towards it, flinging it open. A sharp yelp pierced the air, followed by a thud from behind a shower curtain. "Mmm," Skye moaned, prompting
