My eyes snap open, and I find myself in the guest room. Pulling myself up, I try to sit when I feel cramps all over my body.
'Aghh! Why does it hurt?'
The memories hit me in full force, and I rip aside the comforter to stare at my body.
'How… how is this possible?'
There was no scar, no blood. Nothing.
Rushing out of the bed, I stand in front of the mirror and turn around. My back… it was clear.
'How?'
Even if a werewolf heals, the scars don't go away. It takes years, if not months. And those whip marks were deep. Where are the scars?
It was not a dream. The pain, the lashes, the torture—it was all real. But then…
And that's when I remember.
She was whipping me continuously, not stopping. I was losing blood. Soon, I couldn't bear the pain, and my senses started shutting down.
And then she pressed some liquid into my mouth.
'A magic potion, probably.'
