72. Assault

...Wynter POV...

When I woke up, my head was groggy. My vision was spinning, making it difficult to identify where I was. I tried to sit up but found it virtually impossible, which is when the events from earlier began to run through my mind. I remember the mercenaries tracking me down and shooting me. Then running me over with their car. I lift my head to examine my legs. The bleeding had stopped, at least. However, the bones were still fractured. I may have advanced werewolf healing, but no amount of healing could realign my bones and put the pieces back together. I would need surgery in hopes of resetting my legs. Then my healing would be able to take over to help speed up the process.

I lean back down, knowing that I have no chance of getting out of here anytime soon.

"Ahh... look who's finally awake." I hear someone call out.

I turned my head over to see that someone had entered the room. I have no idea where I am; nothing looks familiar. If I had to guess, I must be in a baseme