Scalding Torment

Elara POV

Every single step I took toward the bustling pack house was an exercise in pure, unadulterated agony. The morning air inside the corridors felt heavy and stifling, as if the very walls were closing in on my broken body. Sharp, electrifying jolts of pain radiated outward from the deep, raw gashes on my back, a lingering physical reminder of the severe whipping my father had brutally deli