I struggle against the guards' bruising grips as they haul me towards the gaping pit, but my battered body has little strength left. Chavo's vicious beating has left me a shredded, ruined mess of blood and shattered bone barely clinging to consciousness.
"No...please, I beg you..." I rasp out through swollen, bloodied lips. "The pit again...have mercy..."
But my pleas fall on deaf ears. With a derisive snort, one of the guards wrenches my arm viciously, sending shards of agony lancing through me.
"Can it, b***h," he growls. "You had your chance at mercy. Now it's time to learn what happens to rabid mutts that don't heel."
I want to snarl defiance, to lash out with the last vestiges of the wolf's raging spirit that allowed me to momentarily turn on my tormentors. But the reserves of str
