Knightly’s POV
Pain.
For the past three weeks I have been in so much pain. I can’t think straight, I can’t eat… I just want to curl up in a ball and die. It’s like my body was trying to tell me that it doesn’t want to live anymore. My back is aching, my chest is tight, my legs feel like logs that are being sawed in half constantly, my neck hurts like a b***h and my head is unrelenting with its headaches. I have officially become the poster boy for pain.
I groaned, shifting in my bed to a drier spot. I have a fever because my wolf is depressed and now it’s punishing us. I was sweating like I was trying to start a waterfall of my own, and it was disgusting. I couldn’t sleep because of the pain and my body wouldn’t heal because it’s in my heart…or head.
A Satanist dog… that’s what he call
