Aila Coraline
They sent me back to the prison cell. I’m still struggling with my broken ribs, and if not for my wolf’s help, I’d probably be dead by now. Cuts and scratches cover different parts of my body, along with countless bruises, but none of that pain compares to the ache in my ribs.
“You shouldn’t have played hero. Cynthia should be the one in your position,” Savannah complained. “Then we’d be free from these fools.”
I ignored Savannah’s whining. My whole body aches, and paying attention to her feels like too much effort. I just want to rest, to sleep off the pain, hoping that when I wake up, everything will be alright.
“You never really listen to me, do you?” she groaned.
I closed my eyes, trying to block her out, but she was so persistent. With no other choice, I finally ga
