I’m losing all sense of time; even my wolf is struggling to keep up thanks to the pain being inflicted on a regular basis. I was given some water a while ago, but food has been nothing more than a bite of a sandwich here or a piece of rotting fruit there. I can’t shift, I can’t escape and I can’t feel my arms at all. My blood is dripping onto the concrete floor thanks to the fresh stab wound just above my hip, the Master is sitting in a chair just beyond the light; I can see him well enough to see he’s barely paying me any attention. He brought his goon for the first time the other day; he’s beaten me senseless multiple times and the sessions always end the same way: give him the bunker and he will allow the Pack to live in a single sector. It's not something I can accept. The Pack is perfectly placed next to a clean water source and with enough space for our farm, its also isolated enough that no one bothers us. I have too many people depending on me to give up all of our land just t
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