I don't know how much time had passed since I had been locked in the cellar. I had spent most of my time slipping in and out of consciousness as my body tried to heal from my injuries. During the time I had been in here, I hadn't been given any food or water. No one came in to check on me after that first night when I had awoken to find Cole in there. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised by this fact though. Werewolves never cared about humans. We were expendable to them. Easily replaceable.
I was laying on the concrete floor of the cellar, and it didn't take long for me to realize how weak my body felt.
"I have healed you as much as I can without drawing too much attention to us Lara. I am so sorry. I wish I could do more. But we can't risk it," Reign told me, as I lay there on the floor, feeling sore and sorry for myself.
"It's okay Reign, I understand, really, I do. I am going to kill that bitch Michelle for having us go through this shit thoug
