Lyra POV
I was trembling as I was led to the Alpha's room and I knew for sure that this time, I was done for.
The last time I had been in the room with both of them was still stuck in my head, the humiliation still fresh.
I feared what would happen this time.
The clinking of the chains on my hands and legs brought me back to the present, to whatever reason the twins had for throwing me in the dungeon.
Last I remembered, I was being attacked by that horde of Gwallo and getting my arm ripped off.
Next thing I know, I'm waking in the healer's quarters without a scratch on me.
But the only pain I felt now was the silver chains on my wrists.
I don't have a wolf, so I don't have super healing abilities like normal werewolves.
Why, then, was I perfectly okay? Without a single scar or mark on my body?
Or had it been such a long time since the Gwallo attack that I had healed?
I don't even know if the little boy I tried to save is fine, I hope he at least survived.
