He groaned and tried to sit up. Once again, he found himself lying on the cold stone floor of the manor. This time, however, it wasn’t from taking a stupefy straight to the chest from the Chosen Arsehole, but because last night was the first of his monthlies as he’d decided to affectionally call the Lycanthropy. The irony wasn’t lost on him that he’d spent the transformation in a makeshift jail cell.