CHAPTER THIRTEEN - THE TRACKER

THE LYCAN CITY

VALERIE

The pain in my face was becoming unbearable as the stranger with me twisted my broken nose without remorse. I had heard something break with a crunch at the time I fell but the pain was damped by the intense rush of adrenaline. He dabbed a foul smelling ointment onto the bridge of my nose before wrapping a tight bandage around my face. The ointment instantly seized the hot pain and soon I was left with you a half numb face.

He looked out the small window every time, probably checking if we were being followed by Hunters.

He said little and acted with little regard.

I looked around the room, empty apart from the cabinet he placed the candle and the ceiling was designed with cobwebs so much that it looked like this place had been abandoned for over a year. Not a minute would pass without a spider dropping on my arm and I would swat away the disgusting bug immediately.

The moon was beginning to set above. If he wanted us to make our move at the cover of dark then h