Chapter 55

Zayla’s POV

Last night was just another nightmarish experience for me. Most of my healing bruises that are already light green or yellowish in shade returned to having a darker hue of black, gray, or red. Probably my wolf would look more like an oversized dalmatian as well with her own blotches. The thought of a gigantic dalmatian somehow puts a smile on my busted lip and the sting I felt after stretching my lips just brought me back down to the hell I’m currently caged in.

My wolf howls, but I can do nothing to placate her so I sag and lean against the headboard, hoping that a new thought could distract me even just for mere seconds.

But any happy thought crashes as the door to the bedroom bangs open and in comes a sweaty Jackson that just came from talking to some of his wolves to slacking off at times at their job of staying on guard around the house perimeters. Instead, I try to escape.

“Seems like someone was waiting up for me?” He smirks and saun