Chapter 95

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[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]

I couldn’t go on like this.

I couldn’t give up.

My body already wanted to give up, but my mind never wanted to. I was exhausted and desperately wanted to end my suffering, unsure if I could endure another round of torture from the masked man. To be honest, I was surprised that when I woke up after he hit me with that silver chain, he offered me water and food. Part of me wanted to refuse and thought that it was his way to prolong my suffering. However, my body betrayed me, allowing the masked man to feed me with a spoon while I remained chained to the metal bed. I was so sick mentally, but I needed it. I needed the energy to survive—to get away from here. I had to swallow my pride and the food to get more strength, just enough to get out of these chains.

Despite the sharp pain from my broken rib, I managed to breathe slowly and evenly. I looked down at my feet, and the tips of my toes were already black, as if they would fall off any moment if I kept moving them. I hissed when I tried to arch my aching back and looked around the dark empty room, hoping the masked guy wasn’t around.

I breathed. In. Out. In. Out.

My chest rose and fell. I closed my eyes as I concentrated on my wolf and tried my hardest to ignore the pain all over my body. My tongue was like a piece of sandpaper in my mouth as I swallowed hard. My throat was raw and burning. Before, when I used to call my wolf and tried to reach for her from deep within me, it was like reaching for someone under deep, clear water. But at that moment, the feeling was as if I was in the mouth of an angry volcano. It was hellish, and I never wanted to linger, but I had to.

I had to reach my wolf.

Where are you? I need you now! I hissed at her. You can’t leave me like this! You will also die with me!

Please!!!

Despite the burns and the excruciating pain of both the reality and the mental torture it caused me, I did my best to reach for her and wake her power inside me. It wasn’t easy. My whole body was battered with silver chains and burns, and the only thing that was keeping me from giving up was my love for my children and my desire to see my destined mate again—to be with my family again.

There’s no way I would let my enemies win without me putting up a fight.

I thought you already forgot about me.

Those cold, soft words from my wolf made me gasp.

My back arched as I felt the indescribable heat flowing throughout me, spreading from my chest to all over my body. Every muscle in my body relaxed as if I had received a lukewarm water bath. It brought me back to life.

Every pulse in my body calmed down and the torturing pain stopped for a minute as I felt the flesh on my wrists and ankles regenerate slowly, building tissues all over the exposed bones.

My eyes sharpened. My teeth elongated and my body shivered as the power surged all over me. For a second, I forgot the wounds, the unbearable pain that put me into deep despair for so many days.

My body was healing until I gained the strength to clench my teeth and fist. I managed to free my hands from the silver chains as my werewolf strength took over my small body. I let out a piercing scream.

I screamed all the pain and the agony of being imprisoned in that cursed place. Of me being taken away from my twins. I let out a scream filled with anger, followed by a vicious snarl.

Golden orbs appeared around my eyes as I searched for the masked guy in the darkness. My breath was swift and heavy. I wanted his blood. I wanted them to drip on my paws and claws, and just as I swore to him, I wanted him to be ripped into ribbons.

The metal shackles clanged on the cemented floor and echoed throughout the dark, small room.

“What the—”

His voice was enough for me to locate where he was.

The ground trembled when I leaped and shifted to my werewolf in mid-air. I landed on four feet, snarling like a wild beast as I headed straight to his position. His scent was so vivid, and it was making me wild. I had never felt so bloodthirsty before until I met this bastard. I wanted him dead! Oh, he was so f*cking dead!

“NO!!!”

I pounced at him, attacking fast in a single assault with my razor-sharp teeth ready to tear his shoulder apart. But he was quick and luckily dodged, but was sent flying and was thrown violently against the wall of the building. He gasped as the air was forced out of his lungs from the impact and he coughed fresh, crimson blood. I didn’t waste a second and aimed to rip his head off his shoulders, but he kicked himself away from the wall, putting distance between us, just enough for me not to be able to reach him with my sharp, lethal claws.

He couldn’t get away from me!

I roared. The masked man was petrified at the bloodcurdling sound that reached his very bones. It was my chance, and so I rammed him against the wall with strength that made fissures on it. His head hung between my sharp claws. The force was so powerful he coughed blood, and that weakened him enough for me to trap him and take his mask off, hooking the fabric with my teeth.

And I couldn’t believe my eyes as a familiar face displayed in front of me, bloody with his broken nose, terribly bleeding.

ETHAN! I exclaimed in my head.

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