Chapter 12 . Try
Kelly POV
The night is full of shivers and relentless breezes. I woke up sometime during the morning, before the sun rose, and if I could have moved without sending shockwaves of pain through my entire body, I would have been tossing and turning restlessly.
Sticks and pebbles dig into my flesh, but I don't mind much because the constant throb of my chest is a whole lot worse.
It seems fate is dead set on trying to destroy me.
I wake and drift on and off throughout the torturous hours, the moonlight reflecting on the ground through the towering tree branches. It's beautiful sight that tries its best to comfort me.
Is my head overruled by the ambush that accrued in the packhouse? The beating I took? The kicks and the laughs that had shaken my world?
Nope.
Because like the idiot I am, my lycan is all I can think about.