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19. The truth
Val POV
A shiver runs down my spine as he towers over me, I curl up into a ball, like an armadillo trying to make myself as small as possible. I try to muster some small amount of energy to fight back, to use my powers, or to call for help but all of that proves to be such an impossible task.
How did I feel so strong moments ago and this one bastard has me on my knees and weak, it probably helps that he shot me with a dart at the beginning of this hell and it has lessened my powers and connection to my wolf.
He grabs me by the neck and pushes me against the wall. I whimper as he stabs me in the side before pulling it out of my side.
“A little birdy told me you were planning on overthrowing me, I hope this puts you back in line bitch.” He spits venomously,
