Chapter Thirty-two: Where is Orenda?

Helia sat on the bench, downtrodden. Rendall hit the rail angrily as the two hefty men left, and yelped afterward. He walked over to Helia who was weak because of the wounds she had sustained from the hefty men's floggings.

"You're still bleeding," Rendall cried out and rushed over to her.

"I'm a were-creature. I'll heal soon." Helia's voice was faint. She was getting weaker by the minute.

"Those men ain't ordinary. Their strokes aren't ordinary either," Rendall said with a brittle voice as he held her in his arms.

"Do you want to cry?" Helia asked with a faint smile, and Rendall frowned at her. He made her lean on the wall away from his body. He took off his shirt and began to rip it into four pieces.

"What are you doing?" Helia asked, but Rendall ignored her and took her hands.

"You should have stopped bleeding by now and should be healing, but you aren't, and you're still bleeding. Aren't you worried about losing so much blood," Rendall scolded sternly, and she smiled.

"Of course,