SYDNEY
Punches rained down, each blow suffocating me with pain. Agony ripped through my body as the pack members pummeled me, relentless in their assault. My strength faltered, my vision blurred, and Katrina's presence waned, her spirit weakening with every strike.
The silver collar around my neck seemed to be draining the life out of us, making us more vulnerable to the pack's attacks. I could feel Katrina's pain, her frustration, and anger as she struggled to break free.
But she was too weak, and so was I. The pack members' blows landed with precision, targeting our vulnerabilities. I felt like I was drowning, unable to escape the torrent of pain and hatred.
"Katrina," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Hang on, please. We can't give up."
But Katrina's response was faint, her p
