Chapter Thirty five
Eva P.O.V The smell of blood mixed with something rancid fills the air in the tiny shed and I can hear how his heart is only faintly beating and his breaths are shallow. “I think that should do it, what do you think Eva?” Elora says while wiping her hands clear of his blood. We spent the last hour and a half torturing him, we pulled his nails out and shoved little flecks of silver into the wounds so his claws wont grow back, we broke almost every bone in his body repeatedly and there isnt a single part of his body we havent stabs or sliced, to say he is on deaths door is an understatement. “Yeah I think so” I say as I take in our handy work. “Right, let's wrap him up and leave him at the pack's borders, but not too close to the entrance, we don't want to be spotted just yet.” Elora
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