I feel the pain first, before even opening my eyes. My entire body is sore.
I know why so I try to move as little as possible. I raise my head slowly so I can better see what's surrounding me, but it's so dark. It's probably a night without a moon. No wonder why I feel so bad and my wounds don't heal, the werewolves are weaker when the Moon Goddess is not watching over them.
I am in my room, the one next to my parents'. The door is open and I can see a shadow in their bed. It's probably him.
I am grateful that I woke up when he is asleep. Maybe I can sneak out. They wouldn't expect it since I was probably in a coma for a week. But I am tied up to the bed.
I try to get my hands free but I'm careless, and the bed moves, making an unexpectedly loud noise.
I curse it, but it's too late.
