Chapter 33

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*Alina POV*   The rouge sticks a finger straight onto my forehead and forces my head to an upright position and props it there. I am actually glad because the pain on my wrists is bad enough but watching my skin sizzle like that, the blisters and the popping, it is truly nauseating. Even with my head upright the smell of burning flesh nearly asphyxiates me. The sound is also disturbing. If I can still get burnt by silver how come I cant contact my wolf. I cant seem to heal but I am getting burnt. What did they inject me with. This stuff could wipe out the whole werewolf breed. Having the downfalls of your wolf without the abilities.   "My name is Kieran by the way, soon you will get the ability to speak again, but just remember the only words I want to hear out of your mouth are beggin

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