standpoi

small smelly cell. The cell made my inside turn, my throat closed up as I blinked. I tried to lift my hand but realised I had shackles on my wrist. I looked at my ankles, shackles attached to the wall by thick long chains. I

w me here did a good job throwing me on the ground instea

esight serve me well – and thick curly afro like brown hair. Taking a proper look at her, I knew she was of black origin but tan in complexion. She looked at me with

more would I see or feel it, no more would I be able to hear her again. The irony of the situation. It would be so good to kill them, If only I could kill them all. I made a promise to mother, a vow in the pr

my hand!' S

re she fly back and hit her back against the bars. She hollered out in pain, her shout bound to attract the guards. I exhaled and shut my eyes, pushing my thoughts b

ne closer and filled with greater hate. 'So, you could hit your fell

your people! Your mo

emember... A voice whispered ba

to you!' He

a word came o

nd it permanently. I hissed in pain, swallowing my scream back in. My head throbbed, a loud ringing sound in my head. A small sob escaped my mouth, I wasn't go

h,' h

what have you done!' The other one shouted. I sank my teeth in

aid nonchalantly. I placed my hand on my eye, it was bleeding. My beautiful e

ment for what

o the pack doctor be

wash the eye, put a leaf on it for a while and give h

great

rried me up, roughly throwing me over his shoulder. 'You smell.' He spat. I didn't reply him. He sped out of

house was

He forcefully pulled it away and rolled his eyes at the damage. 'Jastun just want to get me killed, acting foolishly all the time...' He grumbled. He grabbed the scruff of my neck, holding it in place. He dip

in my eye. The pain was transferring to the other eye. By th

fered but my mother had nothing to do with the killing, neither did I. I was still wondering what that scent w

I perceive

I perc

o does it

ho

drawn to

ut his voice, his cold and yet pleasant baritone. It sure had authority and dominant in it; a very intimidating cold voice but somehow, I wasn't intimidated by his voice. If there was anything

ale is nothing but an enemy to me, a murderer

him s

nce, tying the leaf in place with a piece of cloth. 'Did you really save Riley and her children?' I didn't reply. He smacked my head, the smack like a plank to the head. I