Book 3: An Escape Plan

Lydia

My head fucking hurts.

While shifters can heal fast, head wounds take longer and slow down healing other injuries in the process. Cataloguing my injuries, I have a sprained wrist and bruises all over my body. besides the concussion Sleeping in the semi-truck is uncomfortable. All of us, human and shifter, are crammed together like sardines.

The truck stops a few times a day. We’re traveling slowly with the men who have taken us only bothering to feed us once a day. Bathroom breaks are only allowed in groups. One of the men is always standing nearby in case we try to make a run for it.

Today’s meal is canned beans, and we’re expected to share with each other. Meanwhile, the Blood Takers have hunted a boar for themselves and are roasting it over a bonfire. The smell of the meat cooking makes my stomach growl with hunger. I haven’t eaten anything substantial in a few days.

I shake my head when a brunette shifter offers a tin can to m