18

CALIFF

I was soaking in my own sweat. I was burning up inside and shivering outside. I was convulsing. At first, I refused to give in. When another surge of pain seeped through every cell and bone in my body, it fucking hurt like hell. I surrendered.

It felt ten times worse than in heat. Restless, my wolf was growling and howling as the spike of pain flooded my entire system— it was agonizing, traumatizing. I’d never felt so helpless that I couldn’t do something to ease his pain.

I was trapped in a worse nightmare, the feeling of taking something so important to you by force— separating my body and my wolf, and it was the worst feeling in the world— it was earth-shattering— as if someone ripped my soul off of me and caged inside my own fear and nightmare for eternity.

I couldn’t fathom what it felt like. No words could express it, and I wanted to bolt out, but my luck ran out a long time ago, and I was trapped in hell. I thought, maybe I was dead, and this was what the hell felt