Landon's POV
Three long miserable days!
That was how long I had been kept in the cell since I woke up. Whatever Father must have been injecting me with before to keep me unconscious, he had stopped. Perhaps it was time for the big plan he had been preparing me for.
A teenage girl walked into the hallway with a tiny plate in her hand as she approached me. I was already too weak from being famished all this while, so Father thought it useless to leave guards watching over me.
It was not as if I could do anything anyway. I had tried when I first woke up days ago. I had thrashed and thrashed against the chains that bound me, but my screams and noise did nothing.
I couldn't even shift. Father didn't know that I had awakened my wolf while I was abroad, he wasn't in on that information. But I had figured out I was still being doused with wolfsbane to impede any alpha traits I might have even without a wolf. After all, I was his son.
