Isadora Davis
I stared at everyone dead in the eyes with my head up high as I received the strokes. This was a painful moment for me that I knew, deep down, I would never forget. My wolf was still weak, as I had used the last energy we had to snap our necks together.
My wound was healing slowly, and the iron whip being used on me made everything worse. They used iron whips that contained silver on me, and there was blood everywhere that kept gushing out of my body, but I refused to cry or make a sound.
Finally, I thought it was all over and I could catch my breath and get some rest to heal, until I heard a familiar, annoying voice talking.
"That's not enough; add another 500." I looked to see if it was Ashley's mother's, but it was her best friend this time around who spoke. Birds of t
