Thea
We didn’t have much time. Felicity sank to the floor outside the cage, whimpers coming from her as she sat outside the cage hugging herself.
“Iris the keys.” I needn’t have asked as she was already running towards the cage. The stench of blood and s*x was stronger here. I struggled not to retch at the stench. Iris there open the door and halted before running in.
The scene in front of her was horrific, the beaten shewolf was unconscious the only sign of life was the slow rise and fall of her chest. She was naked, her body covered with fresh cuts and bruises as well as older scars. Across her back and thighs there was whip marks, that looked like wounds that had partially healed before being opened up again so that they were now ugly red raised lines criss crossing across her body
