Chapter 21: Battered, Bruised, and Bullied
Elara’s POV
My whole body was the new definition of PAIN. Not the dramatic “I stubbed my toe” kind. No.
This was “I got yeeted by a demon-possessed werewolf and may never walk properly again” kind of pain. Every muscle in my body was staging a protest. My leg? Suspended like a forgotten ornament. My hand? Bandaged and hanging like I owed it rent. My dignity? Dead. Possibly buried behind the infirmary with the other dreams I once had.
I groaned as light filtered through the window and my head throbbed in sync with my heartbeat.
“You’re really stupid, Eli. How could you do something so stupid?” Ian’s voice cut through the silence. He was standing by the bedside, stirring some horrific green paste that smells like moldy regrets. The nurse had gi
