<h4>Chapter 505: 505-The Chaos In My Head</h4>


    <strong>Clementine:</strong>


    Yorick, who had carried me only a short distance from the bed, quicklyid me down when his father stormed in with his warriors.


    His hands left my sides too fast, and I swayed where I sat, my legs useless beneath me.


    His shoulders jerked and his back arched as he forced himself to take control and fight back.


    "If you are not going to obey, then we might as well give you the same medicine we gave her," his father yelled, making my eyebrows twitch in confusion as I looked between the family members.


    What medicine? What the fuck were they talking about?


    I felt like I was losing my mind, wondering what kind of evil shit was happening and how I ended up here. And why the fuck was I not freaking out enough?


    "Well then do it, because I am not letting you hurt her," Yorick hissed at his father.


    His fingers curled like he was trying to grab onto something that was not there. A strained sound came from his throat. His jaw clenched so hard that I could see the muscle ticking along his cheek.


    Then I realized what he was doing. He was trying to shift.


    His movements were uneven, like he knew that if he shifted, the others would too. Dark ws pushed through his fingertips.


    I noticed he was having difficulty shifting, and it probably came from what his mother said earlier about him waking up too early.


    It reminded me of the drugs. He must have been drugged, which was why it was so difficult for him to shift now.


    The room filled with shouting and pounding footsteps as the warriors rushed in. They were fighting.


    My pulse raced, and my arms felt heavy, like they were filled with sand. I tried to push myself back, but my elbows barely held me up.


    One of the warriors lunged at Yorick first, but Yorick moved fast and grabbed him. He mmed his forearm into the warrior’s throat and drove him backward. The man hit the wall with a dull crack that shook the room.


    Another came from the side, but Yorick caught him by the cor and hurled him across the room. The warrior crashed into a table, wood splintering under his weight.


    A third tried to tackle him low. Yorick grabbed the man by the cor and dragged him across the floor like dead weight.


    His mother stood near the window, her arms close to her chest and her eyes filled with fear. She probably did not expect her son to be so powerful.


    More warriors rushed in, and Yorick fought them all.


    I pressed my palm to the mattress, trying to move, but my fingers barely responded. A tingling sensation spread through my legs and made them feel even more numb.


    The noise grew louder, then suddenly a high-pitched sound hit my ears. It was like a siren going off inside my head. Voices blurred together. I could see mouths moving, but the words faded under the piercing sound.


    Whatever they gave me was working.


    Through the haze, I saw Lady Rimi step forward. She moved carefully, and with so muchmotion around her, no one noticed.


    One of her hands was behind her back. When she brought it forward, there was a syringe between her fingers.


    My throat tightened at the sight.


    "Yorick, watch out!" I tried to yell, but my voice came out weak and thin.


    She rushed at him from behind and drove the needle toward his neck.


    Yorick twisted at thest second. His hand shot back and caught her wrist, his ws now fully out. He squeezed, and her hand shook, the syringe hovering inches from his skin.


    He turned and red at his mother. I saw fear in her eyes as he pinned her against the wall. The impact made a heavy thud, dust drifting down from the ceiling as a few frames fell to the floor.


    "Why, Mother," he barely managed to say, his voice strained as he continued shifting.


    That was when three warriors jumped on him.


    They grabbed his arms, shoulders, and torso. He threw one off and elbowed another in the face, but more piled on. His father stepped in.


    I could barely hear anything. The words were lost, and only broken sounds reached me. Grunts and groans blended into the ringing in my ears.


    Then I saw his father drive an injection into Yorick’s leg.


    Yorick jerked hard. A broken sound tore from his throat, and he let go of his mother.


    Yorick’s legs buckled, and he dropped to one knee, then to the floor.


    The ws began to recede, his jaw shifting back and his canines shortening. His body shook as the change reversed, skin pulling tight over reforming bones.


    Wolfsbane.


    That was what they had injected into him.


    Even from across the room, I could see the way he curled in on himself, his muscles locking, but that did not keep him down for long.


    He pushed himself up again and shoved the warrioring at him away.


    Maybe they forgot that he was not just a werewolf, but a crusader as well.


    But there was only one question in my mind. Why the fuck were they doing all that?


    And what kind of drugs had they injected into me?


    Why were my memories so hazy that all I could focus on was wanting to marry Yorick?


    There was something wrong with me, and I knew it was because of the medicine, or whatever was in it.


    But beyond the medicine, what did I miss? What did I know that they made me forget?


    I could not tell.


    Suddenly, more screams erupted from outside the mansion, and I caught that because themotion was too loud to ignore.


    My head began to clear, but I was still very dizzy.


    Then I heard his motherugh and point at him.


    "You’re my son. I know how to control you," she said.


    As she spoke, the warriors began to shift, and his father did too, making it clear to Yorick that he had to obey or they would drug him again.


    But the moment his mother raised her hand while Yorick was busy fighting off the others, someone else arrived.


    Suddenly, it felt like I was not just trapped in one room and had not only known Yorick. There were other people I used to know.


    "Troy?" I whispered as I watched him appear in the doorway.