**Matthias’ POV**
Every red blood cell in my body must've pooled in my skull. I'm currently suspended upside down with chains holding up my legs, and I can feel the concentration of all the liquid in my body, filling up my head.
I'm still bleeding in drops through my nose because Javan cannot heal me. We lost that power on the day my pack was attacked by a cruel group of witch hunters. Some of our pack members were forced by the hunters to drink a concoction of herbs that severely compromised our healing abilities. I was just sixteen then and had only experienced my first shift three days before the attack. I hadn't even completed my training, so I couldn't protect my parents.
My father was the Alpha of our small pack known as the Lighthouse Freedom pack. In our pack, runaway witches we
