Rogues Wolf End~(McKayla Series Book 2)

Chapter 15~Callous

McKayla
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I shivered cold and still on the hard concret. My body never felt such cold in a very long time. Sal had kept his promise, as he lashed me with silver chains, until he was satisfied with the pain that emanated out of me. Two hours. Two hours, the silver chains, sliced through my flesh as if it was made for that purpose. My arms gave out long ago, holding me up and I was sure I dislocated both my shoulders. My arms were both strung up for two hours, wrist cuffed around scorching silver chains until he was finished. He called my slashing chastisements.

I laid flat on my stomach, every part of me touching the ground. I inhaled shallow and winced from the torn skin at my back. I groaned, as I shut my eyes, doing my best to ignore the pain. Blood seemed down to my sides. He wanted me to never forget my supposed betrayal to him. If that night couldn't get worse, he used melted silver inside of a container, dipping the chains into it.

The sadistic laugh carried in my thoughts as he told me if my memory tried to forget this night, the permanent markings on my back would remind me.

Now my flesh burned and ached as the silver somehow embedded into my skin, in the striking patterns he striked over me, like tattoos. My skin would never heal completely, leaving deep rooted scars for me to have.

I was back in the room they used the vent on me earlier, tossing me on the floor an hour ago. I still couldn't move. He was trying to beat me until I was broken. Was I broken?

No. My wolf hummed in my ear, no. I could make it through this. I had my family to think about. Thinking of Nina; I didn't cry often, but now, tears slid from my eyes without a fight. My lips quivered, as I panted out my tears through the pain. I needed her, more than anything. My daughter. She probably was scared. She had been through so much and here I was, so far from her. Why did I have to lead a pack? Why did my life turn out like this? My mind ran through each and every member in my pack and the ones special to me, outside of my pack. Rachel.

And then my mind thought of my father. For the first time, I really missed him. I really wished things didn't go wrong between us. I didn't want to be a leader at this moment. I wanted him to come through those doors and kill every fucking rogue in this fucking place. He would have if he was still breathing. Rather he was the father I once loved or the new and improved father I missed out on, I missed that fatherly love and protection. I was still a child when he turned his back on me. Being cut off of that father and daughter affection changed me.

I let the few seconds of strength come out in a growl, as I curled my hands into fist.

Self pity. It was one of the most miserable things to feel. I licked my dry cracked lips as I tried to take in small inhales. I had to reach her. To reach Nina. I was too weak to jump skin. If I had practiced my abilities more, maybe I would be strong enough. I could see things through scent and blood; jump skin, and even control mundane wolves, but there was nothing else I could do, not like this.

My mind clouded with the fear of Nina and the rest of them worrying I was dead.

Maybe if I shift, I could eventually minimize the pain. No. Sal would only come back and force me to shift back, bringing more pain.

I hated this. I snarled again. I felt like I was dying. I needed Nina and knowing this I couldn't block out the weakness I never felt until now. I felt like all this time every deep breath really belonged to her. I felt like each second I was dying without her. She could literally kiss away all this pain.

I was feeling a fear I hadn't felt in years. I was deeply and utterly afraid. I was afraid she wouldn't find me. I was afraid she didn't know how much I loved her. I loved her all my life.