Hadley’s POV
Two days, it’s been two days since Zenith and I bantered about getting out of here. What started as a laughable conversation of dreams turned into a faint hope of maybe breaking out of this hell hole.
I grope around on the floor, my fingers closing around the plastic bottle and I pick it up, pulling off the top as my canines slice my own skin an I drip blood slowly down the neck to join what I’ve already managed to save.
It’s taken time, even without Hunter, my skin heals quick and I can’t risk losing too much blood as though they are feeding me, it’s still not anywhere near what I would normally eat so I am still weakening slowly.
A groan from across from me has me stilling, the downside of what I’m doing is that Zenith can smell my blood and he has to fight every single
