Astrid’s POV
The periodic melody of birdsong outside and Alpha Salem’s footsteps echoing every half an hour as he checked on me were the only things I could truly focus on. My arms had gone numb, feeling as if they’d been severed. The Silver had seized control of my senses, and Malessia struggled to resurface, even though I felt her trying to talk to me.
I’d been drifting in and out of consciousness, fighting to stay awake, determined not to let them have their way with me. Suddenly, someone flung the door open with a bang, causing me to quiver. I licked my parched lips, and my stomach rumbled.
“Time eat,” Salem declared, shamelessly plopping himself on the bed for the umpteenth time, the aroma of food wafting to my nose.
“Open your mouth,” he instructed.
I had no strength left to resist. I kept my lips sealed.
“Please don’t do this! Look at yourself. You’re the most beautiful girl in both packs and now I can hardly recognize you. Please, eat something,” he implored.
I had to divert my
