Late at night, the doors to the basement were kicked open harshly. In came a tall werewolf, yanking me up from the floor by my hair and slapping my face until I woke up. 

Ignoring my pained groans, he grabbed my legs and dragged me out of the basement, cursing as he did. 

“How dare you sleep so comfortably when Emily’s hurt?” 

My body was dragged roughly upon the coarse gravel road, leaving behind a trail of blood. 

Eventually, I was dragged to Cyrus’ feet. He furrowed his brows when he saw my bloodied state, as if he was about to say something, but seemed to decide against it. 

“Emily’s hurt. Heal her with your mermaid’s pearl.” 

I looked up, my gaze falling on Emily, who was resting on the bed, her lower belly slightly protruded. 

Smack!