Why Are You Here

[Leah’s POV]

I don’t know how much time passed as Kelvin continued to attack my back with his whip. It could have been seconds, minutes, hours, or even days. Time only existed between lashings. And when he decided he was finally done, I was unceremoniously tossed into a cell, bleeding and broken.

I curled into myself, trying to ignore the pain that continued to radiate through me. Why wasn’t I healing? Was it some trick or was that whip dosed? I didn’t know, nor did I care. All I cared about was surviving so that I could save my daughter from that bitch, Aldina.

"Arabia," I whispered, trying to fight back the sobs that wanted to escape. "I’ll save you."

"You won’t be saving anyone in that condition, beautiful." A deep, gruff voice growled, drawing my attention to the hall ahead. "She’s quite the looker, isn’t she, Stan?"

"Perhaps," the one known as Stan murmured. "Maybe if she wasn’t bloodied and covered in wounds."

"She’s a lycan and will heal soon enough." The first man laughed.

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