Chapter 43

Hazel's POV

What? What was I hearing? Me, a werewolf? I tried a chuckle and winced immediately, scrunching my face in pain. I had almost forgotten I had very ugly, jagged whip marks that bled and hurt.

I was still lying on the dirty floor. I was still finding it hard to move; I had tried before. I decided to try again and push myself off the ground. I only winced more, and it felt like I was beaten with a rock-solid iron rather than a flexible horsetail whip. My bones made a cracking noise with every small move I made. Even the slightest groans hurt them. I decided to remain there, unmoving.

What difference does it make? If the Alpha made good on his threat and decided to still not believe me even when I had told him the absolute truth, I knew that there was nothing I could do to sway him or save me.

Death.

To die seemed like the most wonderful plan at the moment, and maybe that was part of the reason I remained on the floor. Let him