Ashlyn
Since my grandmother had a new plan, she ramped up the beatings. She started using a silver whip to rip open my skin. They bound my hands in silver cuffs, but silver doesn’t affect Tundra like other wolves. It took a while for the cuffs to start burning. And the silver-tipped whip only hurt, ripping my skin.
She didn’t want to wait until a full moon, so she tried to beat it out of me. I tried to be patient, but it was becoming too much. Not only was I being beaten unconscious, but the vampires were feeding on me. I’m surprised I have any blood left. And poor Tundra is barely keeping me alive.
I’m not sure how long I endured this amount of torture, but finally, I was forced up the stairs and out of the building. I noticed we were staying in an abandoned house, and I was being kept
