LEAH Pain and I… we’ve been longtime companions. Breathing heavily, I looked front, and my body felt like it had been dragged through hell though I’ve fought through broken bones, bled for wolves who never once deserved my loyalty, and carried grief like a second skin. But this… this is a different breed of agony. One that doesn't just rake its claws through flesh, it scrapes against the soul.The machine strapped to my chest hums like a predator, its silver gears whirring in time with the pulses of torment it feeds into me. Every time it surges, I feel something being pulled from my core, like muscle torn from bone. I bite down hard, swallowing a scream that claws its way up my throat.My back arches violently, involuntarily. My breath hitches.The cuffs around my wrists burn like open fir soaked in wolfsbane, they sear through skin and muscle, keeping my wolf sedated, quiet, caged. My ankles are locked down to the legs of the chair, chained with old iron laced in suppressive magic.
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