MONICA
I looked around the darkness, spotting nothing but silhouettes of the people I loved, the sounds of their hearts beating being the only proof of their lives. Most of them were breathing quieter, not wanting to attract attention to themselves, whilst others' were strained and loud.
They were the ones who had been tortured repeatedly, to try and pry out answers from Viktor, Tyson, or me. Weirdly enough, they had never touched any of us, neither had they threatened to hurt Rayon, Elisha, or Viktor's wife, Chloe. It was odd, and bittersweet. Even if my pride forbade me to admit it, I was glad to be left alone. But with the emotional trauma that I felt while watching my pack members get hurt, I would be soon on the verge of breaking. I could not hear their cries anymore, their pleas of
