"Mama, do you think she will ever wake up...this is the week of..." I heard the voice of a little girl, just before she was cut off by another voice, piercing through the thick fog of darkness coating my entire being.
The voice belonged to a woman. Probably her mother. The little girl had said ’Mama’. My head hurt from even trying to rember that word from a second ago.
"Shush...we will talk outside. Considering her vitals and her chi’s rehabilitation, it is possible that she won’t be asleep for so long now. Co, let us move toward the kitchen. Your father will be coming back anyti soon."
Dimly, I watched the mother take the little girl, whose height I couldn’t determine due to the hazy images. They hadn’t noticed that I was awake.
As they walked out of the room, I tried to open my eyes fully and put my limbs into motion, but I was greeted with an onslaught of pain and agony, which reminded of the events I had last recalled.
The beating. The triplets. How was I still alive? Was this a miracle? Had the goddess heard my last wish and had reincarnated ? If she had, shouldn’t she had taken away these pains?
I don’t think I reincarnated. I think I survived. I don’t know, but I did.
I attempted once again to open my eyes fully, but the stinging pain forced to close them just slightly. I would have to settle for a minute fraction of sight.
I tried to observe my surroundings but painfully discovered that I couldn’t even turn my neck to a different position. It was stiff and sore. However, I was certain that I was in a room constructed with red bricks.
How I ended up in this room when I should be on a journey to heaven or hell, whichever the goddess deed fit for , or how I am still alive and breathing despite the pain, I couldn’t comprehend.
Soone had saved .
Who could that be? Who couldn’t have saved a nobody like ? I still couldn’t wrap my head around it, especially with my head subjected to a bouts of severe aches.
But I knew one thing for sure—I wasn’t in my pack. Thank the goddess for that, at least.
How did I know?
The bricks of the house were different from the ones used in our pack. That was one piece of good news.
Now, I just had to focus on recovering. How long had I been asleep though?
The little girl had been about to reveal sothing related to that when the older woman silenced her.
I couldn’t move, and I was sure that I couldn’t speak either, given the stinging sensation in my mouth.
So, I waited in silence until the people who had possibly rescued , for reasons known only to them, would co in and explain themselves.
My stubborn eyes glanced at the drip steadily entering my body. There were so greenish substances inside it that weren’t liquid—probably herbs, I concluded, not wanting to burden my brain with further questions.
Everything would be explained in due course, just as the true nature of Adam and his brothers had been exposed at the right ti. Unfortunately, it had almost led to my death.
I would never forgive them for that.
Perhaps, the goddess had kept alive to exact revenge on them.
Well, if that was the case, she better get up and running. I was so damn eager to do that.
I didn’t know how I was going to accomplish my revenge, but I was ready to do anything to make them feel the pain I had endured in my last monts. I vowed, clenching my teeth and letting a soft gasp escape my lips due to the pain assaulting my jaws.
Oh, God. I knew I was hurt pretty badly by those evil lycans, but couldn’t a miracle happen to rid of this pain? I thought, taking a deep breath.
But that, too, caused pain, and with it ca the fog of darkness again, possibly triggered by the sa dream that I had had whilst in the holding cells.
Yes, the dream that had kept company, not entirely, but it was the thing that had awakened —a dream that seed stupid and frivolous.
A dream that I couldn’t understand, nor rember its specific particulars; I wasn’t ready to subject my head to unnecessary pain.
But I rember the blood haze, my blood lust, and the people craving to make kill. Who were they? Why were they in my dream? Could this still be an effect of the drink that the guard had given during my stay in the holding cell? Shouldn’t the effects have worn out though?
Well, at least the dream had woken up for a short ti though.
The fog was engulfing once again, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I tried to fight against its suffocating grip, to forcefully open my eyes, to break free from the shroud that veiled my consciousness.
The pain coursing through my body served as a constant reminder of my fragile existence, but it also fueled a newfound determination within .
In that mont, as I struggled against the fog and the searing pain, I realized the imnse strength that resided within .
I was not a re victim; I was a survivor. The journey ahead would be arduous, fraught with challenges and uncertainty, but I vowed to defy the odds. I vowed to wreck havoc on Adam and his brothers. He would regret ever crossing paths with , just like I had.
I would rise from the ashes of my shattered existence and forge a path of redemption, fueled by the burning desire for justice.
With that resolve firmly etched in my heart, I embraced the darkness once more, knowing that the battle had only just begun. I held onto the glimrs of hope, brought about by my slight healing.
For now that I have tasted life again, and a chance at revenge, I didn’t want to go back again. Now, I want to live.
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