Chapter 25

Tomas woke up and howled in genuine pain as he saw both hands with fiery veins encircling his arm. His body was burning from the inside out; he was frightened, and yet for hours, he lay there alone, alone with his feral thoughts, urging him to summon his wolf and destroy everything within reach.

Hours passed.

The morning sun peaked in the tiny window, adding light to his hell, and the burns were unbearable and arduous, as all night he had been there and no one had heard his screams of help. He then felt a sense of griefwashd over him at the moment of thought about him dying. He was going to die unattended. Everyminute,e his heart beat slower, and every second, his slow death was near. The distress and burning haven't ceased, but after being in agony for hours upon hours, his mind was no longer his own. The hardest part was that the burn took him to the edge of a chasm but never let him fall into oblivion. He could still feel his body; moreover, he couldn't move it. So he lay ga