A dull thud resonates around my head and deep into my ears like my head is a set of clanging cymbals. My brain feels like it has been shaken and stirred in a cocktail mixer. I try to regain my balance but each time I sit up, I feel immediately dizzy and nauseated and end up tumbling back to the ground once more.

And each and every time, Elroy lets out a feral laugh, mocking and taunting me as he pokes and kicks at me. This bastard has some nerve. And a death wish.

"What's wrong, little wolf, something up with your head?" he taunts, kicking a pile of dirt...