Chapter 11

The Fate of The Weak

Rosella

I returned to my senses slowly as my head thudded with pain. I closed my eyes again to make the pain stop, but it didn’t help. The back of my skull ached as if it had a thousand pounds of weight on it.

I tried to move my body to get up, but I realized my limbs were restrained. I tried to push on my feet and saw the blood pool. It was so much blood. It was soaking my entire clothes, but where was this blood coming from? I noticed that my body was poorly beaten. I just feel too numb to feel the pain of cuts and bruises. But I still don’t understand anything.

“Where am I?” I quaked, feeling a sharp pain in my lips as well.

“She is awake,” I heard someone rasp.

With a lot of difficulties, I mustered up the courage to peek through in the hopes of finding out about my whereabouts. I saw a bunch of werewolves peering right at me with mad eyes, and whatever strength I had melted off.

I wondered who they were and what do