(Author's POV)
He poured the bucket full of water, mixed with two handful of salt on Noah as Noah grunted with burning ache. The silver thorny chains were piercing his skin and the salty water was making the pain even worse. If one could compare his pain, normal human could just die by the sheer feeling and a regular werewolf might pass out then and there, but Noah was an extraordinary wolf, a Lycan wolf. He managed to hang on.
The laughter resonated inside the dungeon as the person sitting on the wheelchair was laughing loudly and relentless at Noah's pitiful and dreadful state. Sweat beads formed on his forehead.
Noah recognized the voice instantly, though there was still no scent coming from that person. His mind raced with many questions, 'Just how, how is this possible? Am I imagining it? Or is it~'
