Nyra slowly stirred, the ache in her body dragging her back into consciousness. Her face throbbed, and when she opened her eyes, all she could see was the dull atmosphere.
For a second, her mind blurred–but then it hit her. The pain she'd felt earlier. The blood.
Her fingers reached for her face, and she winced. It was dried. There wasn't any sticky feeling of blood. The harsh reminder of what had happened. They had thrown her out like trash.
Footsteps approached and a gentle voice called. "Nyra,"
She turned her head slowly to find Elora walking toward her with a concerned look.
"You're awake," The healer said, kneeling beside her. "I'm glared you're alright. I tried to move you but Alpha Kael... he wouldn't let anyone touch you."
Nyra blinked slowly. "Typical."
Before Elora could
