WARNING: Contains Violence and abuse.
HUNTER’S POV.
I endured each excruciating moment without crying out, I refused to yield to the pain, silent even as the heavy chain, infused with wolfbane, tore my flesh, leaving deep gashes that slowly healed. Four relentless days had passed since the torture began, four endless days of beating, each moment more agonizing than the last, with the guards taking turns to punish me under the strict command of my father.
I looked for refuge within my mind, to escape into my thoughts, but the continuous beating made it nearly impossible. My body was getting weaker with each strike, and the wolfbane hindered any chance of swift recovery. A weaker wolf would have given in long ago, perhaps even perished under such punishment.
"Has he begged for merc……
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