#Chapter 549: Half Alive

Olivia The baton cracked against the side of my skull with a sickening force. White-hot lights exploded across my vision as I crumpled to the floor, the world tilting violently around me for the second time that day. Deep voices barked orders, heavy bootsteps thundering across the cheap linoleum. I blinked sluggishly, my eyes refusing to focus. Four… no, five bulky shapes loomed over me, indistinct in the hazy gloom. One of the figures reached down, seizing a fistful of my hair to yank me up onto my knees. “Don’t bother fighting, girlie,” a gruff voice growled. “You’ll just make this harder on yourself.” My gaze drifted past the thug holding me up, over to where Mira still cowered against the far wall. Tears streamed down her face, her body trembling violently as she watched the scene unfold. I felt a flare of white-hot rage cut through the disorienting haze. These bastards had played us for fools from the start. In that moment, my Ancient Wolf instincts took over onc