"Your alpha, the one who claimed you, does he care for you? Will he protect you from them?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Tell me his name," she guided gently.
"His name is Vikar and he's nothing like Thranar," I growled.
The madman stopped talking. I'd grown so used to the constant sound of his voice that the silence was so ominously overwhelming, and I turned my head, trying to see him in the darkness.
I could see the outline of his form in the corner of the room rise and I blinked several times before the full shape of a man began to move toward me.
"Did you say Vikar?" he asked. His voice was suddenly far more stable than before. There wasn't an ounce of delirium in his tone and as he moved closer, I could see his face.
His beard was unkempt and disastrously unruly, but it was his eyes that captured my attention. They were a very light blue that almost bordered on silver. They reminded me of someone else. They reminded me of Vikar's.
