I had been through a lot of physical pain in my life, as bizarre as it may sound. I had dislocated my shoulder once during a small playful wrestling bout. I had twisted my ankle during a foot race. Heck, I had fallen down the stairs and sustained injuries. All these were of little concerns because the injuries all healed up thanks to my werewolf genes. They were nothing compared to the current agony that I faced at the moment.
I felt like my whole body was being incinerated by the flames of hell. I was conscious and my eyes were opened, even if they hurt, but I couldn't speak a word. My throat was sore and my chest was burning. It was like someone sliced and diced Mexican pepper and smeared the contents all over my heart from the inside.
The other occupants of the room I was currently i
