12
Nash
Cold light. Grey light. I lie on the floor. My body tingles with agony. The last time they took me out of here, I lost consciousness after the first pain test. I don’t know how long they worked me over, but I did nothing to resist. They threw me back in here and I haven’t moved, not even when they shoved food inside. That could’ve been a day, or a week ago. The food smells wrong, as if it’s started to turn.
Denali is gone. I couldn’t protect her. As far as I’m concerned, I deserve to rot.
The door opens and the air wafts over me, heavy with the scent of antiseptic cleansers.
“This is your prize, your King of the Beasts? He does not look long for the world.” A voice with a thick accent, a scent of a wolf I don’t recognize.
“The experiments have taken their toll.” This voice I
