Chapter 35

Blake's POV.

Never in my life have I been this confused. My eyes were on the girl that was just whipped, and I can't tell why i was feeling concerned about her cries. She was in deep pain and had even fallen off the desk when the men stopped hitting her, showing how exhausted she was.

I watched her eyes shut as she lost consciousness. My brows arched when my heart clenched with a little pain, which I don't know where it crept in. It hurt me that the strange girl was beaten to the extent of fainting.

Why? Who is she?

That was the question I asked myself while gazing at her face.

"How dare you stop what I was doing?" I heard someone yell, but as much as I wanted to check who it was, I still couldn't take my eyes off the tortured girl who was motionless on the floor with her legs bleeding.

She had been flogged so brutally that her skin was torn and swollen. I kept wondering what she must have done. From her appearance and scent, she was a werewolf and not a vampire or demon, so why would