"What the hell?" Darius's eyes squinted as if that would make him see clearer and maybe the sight before him would be different. However, that was nothing but a futile endeavor.
What Darius saw in that dark corner wasn't only horrifying but heartbreaking.
"H... How?" He mumbled in confusion.
An almost unrecognizable figure of a female Lycan lay curled on a bed of old furs and moss. She looked impossibly thin and frail. Her form had been reduced to little more than skin stretched over bones. Her fur, which should have been thick and lustrous, hung in patches from her emaciated frame.
Despite her ancient appearance, as if she were slowly decaying before their eyes, her chest still rose and fell with labored breaths.
"What... what happened to her?" Darius repeated his question, unable to tear away his eyes from the shocking sight, as his mind raced to process what he was seeing.
