Sydney POV
Cold. This damn place is always cold. I’m so tired of being cold. Awake, asleep, beaten, broken, near death, completely healed; no matter what state I’m in, I’m always f*****g cold above all else.
I wish I could shift and let my wolf’s fur and elevated body heat chase away the constant cold, but that bastard keeps a steady dose of wolfsbane constantly injected into my body; morning, noon, night, even at f*****g midnight. Every 6 hours on the dot, a guard inserts a needle into my f*****g arm and plunges a new dose of the liquid hell into my system, cutting me off from my wolf completely.
Wolfsbane is constantly coursing through my veins, burning away my sanity. It’s like liquid nitrogen; the icy burn leaving my body in a constant frozen state.
I’ve been in this hell for so l
