Love
Pain coursed throughout my body. My eyes were half closed as I fully regained consciousness. I could tell my face was sore, and I had deep cuts on my flesh that were far from getting healed. I slowly scanned the room I was in until my eyes landed on a figure. It was Maleck. He was standing before me with his arms crossed against his chest.
" Even without your lycan, you heal well," he said. My breath shuddered as I tried to sit up. Vee, where are you?
" How do you feel, Love?" he asked. I contemplated answering him. His eyes darkened a little at my refusal to respond. I didn't have the strength to fight him, so I replied,
" Like I went out of the frying pan into the fire," I said. My throat was sore from not having any water for hours. His eyes lit up when I spoke. He chuckled.
