Abyss

MASON's POV

My head was on fire. I groaned and tried to roll over. I shrieked in pain as my left arm made contact with the soft bedding. The coverlet was soft but that was no comfort for the shooting pain that shot up my arm. I opened eyes brewing with tears and examined my left arm.

Oh, holy goddess.

My left arm was fried. From my shoulder down to my fingernails was all black. My arm was a piece of meat left to roast for days over a grill. Heck, I couldn’t recognize my arm. It was charred and throbbing. Even lifting my finger brought the sharp bite of pain to my body.

I didn’t know pain in one body part could radiate to the rest of my body until I tried to stretch the burnt nerve in my left arm.

“Mason, are you back?” The question was preceded by my mum entering my room unceremoniously.

It was a good thing we wolves kept our clothes on after shifting else my mother would have gotten an eyeful. Either way, she shrieked like a baby banshee when she saw my arm.