~LEILANI RAVENWOOD~
I was no longer bound by chains or hung from the ceiling within the prison gates, but it made no difference. I was still without food. My stomach walls had grown sensitive and painful, the kind of pain that came from a burning, acidic hunger. That was how starved I was.
The headache never left. It throbbed relentlessly, splitting my thoughts in two, and the cold, damp prison floor only made everything worse. I couldn’t sleep, yet I couldn’t bear being awake either. Death hovered at the edge of my thoughts, but even that was denied to me.
My wolf remained dormant, suppressed and silent, and I no longer had the strength or the courage to slam my head against the wall and end it.
I heard the metal door opened and I sat upright. The same females that had nearly killed m
