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43. Lunchtime

Layla drifted in and out of consciousness as they dragged her back down the hallways. Sunlight filtered through some skylights, so she guessed it was very late in the morning. It had been hours since they strapped her down and started butchering her. She didn’t know how long exactly since she passed out often. The fuckers hadn’t bothered to use any anaesthetic. The pain was excruciating, and the scent of her blood was overpowering.

Now she understood why her wolf wasn’t coming to her aid when they were in so much danger, but she’d assumed she could still heal, even if it happened slowly. Her other senses seemed intact, even if her head was muddled. So why wasn’t she recovering?

She’d just closed her eyes again, ignoring the pain from her knees scraping on the concrete floor, when something forced her to open them again. It took all her strength to lift her head, and the huge guards standing outside the restricted door loomed ahead, standing at attention with a hand on their weapons.
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