Chapter 121. 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