A month Later
Serene's P.O.V
I give up.
I can feel life leaving my body.
I have been tortured for four weeks—four long, agonizing weeks. I have barely survived without food or water.
My skin clings to my bones; you can literally see my skeleton.
Each time I lose weight, the chains shrink to adjust to my size. I think a spell was cast on them.
Every day, after being tortured and after my desperate pleas for freedom, the pack doctor comes to check on me. He cleans my wounds and injects something into my body to speed up the healing process.
The moment I recover, a new set of female warriors come to play with me.
Not once did I see Zander. Not once did I see my mother or father.
But Kaden comes.
Not to torture me.
Not to mock me.
He just stands guard.
At first, I begged him to release me—to at least bring me food or water. But he ignored my existence.
So, after a week, I stopped asking.
Now, as I feel the last traces of life slipping away, I am both happy and sad.
Happy, because at least
