Werewolf Academy Year Three - Jayme Morse Page 0,11

away from them. I was terrified that I would never see them again. I just kept wondering if they even knew that I was missing or what they were feeling about it. I kept trying to reach out to them through my thoughts, but it was just no use. I knew it was because Milos had spelled the dungeon, making it impossible for me to communicate with my mates through my thoughts.

Still, I kept wondering if they missed me. If they were looking for me. How they hadn’t found me yet.

I also wondered if something may have happened to them. I hoped that nothing had.

One day, I heard the sound of feet pounding their way down the stairs that led to the dungeon and the door being flung open. I was able to tell that the feet belonged to a male.

It was Milos. Even though I had been here for what felt like an eternity now, I had still barely seen him.

As his figure emerged from the darkness, appearing in front of me, I could see him smiling down at me. “Raven. My sweet Raven.”

I let out an animalistic grunt, even though I was in my human form.

“Aw. You’re pretty pissed off at me, aren’t you my love?” Milos asked. “I can understand why. No one wants to be kept in a dungeon.”

“Then why are you doing it?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Why am I doing what?” His voice was just dripping with amusement.

It made me want to punch him in the face.

“You know what you’re doing.” I sighed. “Why are you keeping me as your prisoner?”

“I’m merely doing what’s best for you right now, Raven. I know you might not see it that way, but the more you cooperate with me, the sooner you’ll get to leave.” Milos’s black eyes locked on mine. “How does that sound? Will you cooperate with me?”

I half thought about telling him that I would cooperate with him. The truth was that I would have done just about anything to get out of this dungeon—away from him and back to my mates.

But judging from the stupid cocky grin that I could see through the dark, I knew that agreeing with him would have only meant giving him his way. And that was the absolute last thing I wanted.

So, I shook my head. “Why the hell would I cooperate with the person holding me captive?”

“Werewolf,” Milos corrected. “I loathe humans.”

“You were human once yourself,” I commented.

“That’s irrelevant.” Milos sighed. “Well, since you aren’t going to cooperate with me, it looks like I’m going to have no choice but to compel you.”

“Compel me to do what?” I asked him.

“You will do exactly as I say,” Milos told me then, a look clouding his dark eyes as he stared into mine. “Do you understand?”

I tried to fight against him, but it was just no use. He was stronger than me, more powerful.

I couldn’t control myself as I nodded my head; it was as if my head was moving entirely on its own.

“Iris, you may come in now,” Milos called loudly.

I heard the sound of the dungeon door opening, followed by the sound of heels clacking as Iris made her way downstairs.

Great. I wasn’t sure what Milos was about to compel me to do, but the absolute last thing I wanted was to even face my now ex-best friend. As far as I was concerned, she was just as much my enemy as Milos was.

As Iris came into view, she smiled at me. “Hello, Raven.”

“Raven, you will remain in your cell,” Milos said as he pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.

Even though every part of me wanted to run right past him, I couldn’t, of course. I was stuck there, my feet rooted to the ground, unable to move… despite how badly I wanted to.

It was in that moment that I realized he had me under his spell, fully and completely.

Whatever he was about to make me do, I would do. And that scared the ever-loving shit out of me.

Iris stepped into the holding cell with me. I wanted to take a step back, but I still couldn’t seem to move.

“Move forward, Raven.”

At his command, my feet carried me entirely on their own. I wanted to be as far away from possible from her, but now we were standing close—far closer to her than I ever wanted to be again.

“Now, I want you to kiss Iris,” Milos instructed.

What.

The.

Fuck.

My heart pounded against my chest.