Healed

Serena said many things. She truly believes that I am entirely amnesiac. Her innocence and

kindness made me feel so guilty that I had cheated on her.

Through Serena, I also learned some helpful information. The place I'm in is the logging area

of the Black Moon pack. This place is close to the border of the human race.

Why is Charles here? An essential character like him should be in the werewolf's center.

I also know Serena's identity. She is a hybrid between a human and a werewolf. I'm not surprised by this news because humans and werewolves do not accept people like Serena. They could only live in the border areas and work as enslaved people. Serena being a doctor is already a good job.

"Usually, prisoners like you are tortured to death. You even injured Sir Charles, but you were brought here for treatment. You should feel lucky for that." Serena spoke as if this was a miracle.

I smirked mockingly. She was behind me so that she couldn't see this smile. Should I feel lucky that I was brutally tortured?

"Done! You rest. Don't move too hard, or the wound will tear again. I'll go get you some food and water." Serena collected her medical supplies and stood up.

I smiled and lay on the bed, waiting for Serena to leave. Then, I carefully sat up again and went to

the window; outside was a dark green forest. In the distance, the howls of wolves and the screams of enslaved people resounded across the sky. I decisively closed the door tightly; the echoes outside were also blocked. My heart feels very down.

I am still determining the exact direction to return to human territory. On top of that, even though this place is close to human settlement, the distance is close to a hundred kilometers. It would take half a day if I only used two legs to run there, including the rest time. At that speed, the werewolf could catch me at any moment. I fear that before I return to human territory, the werewolves will tear me to pieces.

But I can't just stay here and wait to die. Soon they will return here and take me back to that gloomy cell.

After thinking for a while, I left this room to check. If I make it through, I can quietly escape.

*POV Charles

'I want to meet my mate. My Mate! Our Mate! See her!' Ryan kept howling in my head.

"Silent!" I growled in response. I can't accept that my mate is a human.

The image of the girl with reddish brown hair, blue eyes as clear as seawater, a sharp gaze, and an ice-cold face flashed in my memory. Even though the cell was dark, I could still clearly remember every line of her face.

I am twenty-two years old this year. The other werewolves in my pack found their mates when they were eighteen. I don't even think I have a mate and don't need one. Love for me is only a weakness, a fatal weakness.