Chapter 7

I woke up drenched in sweat and shivering. The wounds on my back had healed to some extent, but I feared they had gotten infected, not allowing them to heal right. The fever sent me vivid dreams, but the most recurring one was regarding a white dove bird landing on a wolf, then taking off and disappearing into the sky under the howling cries of the wolf. I thought it was connected to Xander, somehow.

My hosts had kept their word and had not fed me for days. The only thing I had in my stomach was the vial's content that incapacitated me. Shrike or Harrier came two times a day to give it to me. Whether I obliged or fought, the liquid slid down my throat and numbed my whole body. It left me in an unresponsive state, yet still able to feel the cold and uncomfortable floor that served as my bed.

I didn’t know what exactly was in that vial. It wasn’t water, but at least I was getting some liquid inside of me. Had I not had that, I thought I would not have lasted very long. Diana had mentio