*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE!*
My head was pounding like never before as I recovered my senses. I was sure I had opened my eyes, but everything was still so dark. Although werewolves had good night vision, Havelock seemed to still be asleep in my head, so he didn’t help me out.
The first thing I noticed was the strong smell of rotten flesh, mold, and blood. It was unfamiliar and…unsettling, to say the least. The more I concentrated on it, the sicker it made me feel. My stomach churned, and I was thankful that my heightened olfactory sense wasn’t working well at the moment.
Then, the pain kicked in. Wolves had great endurance and a high pain tolerance, but I couldn’t remember hurting this bad in my entire life. My body was sore, my bones ached, and my skin burned. Why
