KAMILA’S POV

I wake up on a bed.

My entire body hurts as if I've been seared by flames hotter than the sun, coupled with the deafening silence echoing from within me.

The place where the bond used to occupy, a space I never noticed before, feels like an empty gash expanding with every second I breathe, consuming me entirely. I feel weak, sickly, tired, with no strength in my body.

I'm like a husk of what being a werewolf should feel like, barely able to feel a connection with my wolf and ...