Maeve
The brackish smell hits my nose first. My eyes fly open…. Well, my one eye does. Pounding in my ears, my heart rate exhilarates. I’m back here. That smell is so close, and when I swipe the room, I see the metal tub in a corner. Suppressing a whimper, I sit up straight and scurry back as much as possible until my back hits something hard, and all air whooshes out of my lungs.
Sh**. All my ribs feel like they have been cracked off my spine. My legs are one throbbing pain, and the skin of the shallow wound in my stomach is sticking to my top. But at least he is not around. Focus Maeve. I try and take a few big gulps of air in my mouth, holding my breath as best as possible. Thanks to my wolf senses, I now start tasting that weird brackish ‘smell’ on my tongue.
It feels like there i
