#Chapter164

The flames of hell

Eliana Tessa Castellanos

The last traces of herbs were finally out of my system. My senses were slowly coming back. And so was my Lycan.

Even though I was left weak, I was no longer helpless. Or hopeless. I had the fire in me once again. To ignite. To burn.

But I stay put. I wait as I clench my fists behind my back where my wrists were tightly chained, to stop myself from rushing and making myself vulnerable again.

So, I lay there on the ground, with my long, thick hair completely covering my face, hence, hiding the rage which was now clear on...