Happy man

After all the chaos that I put up, my nerves finally calmed down. The glass of water that Fang helped me gulp down refreshed my thoughts to some extent, and I stopped tugging on the chains. If Fang asked the wounds to be healed as a price to let me go, then it was better I stop than cause more of them. The chains had already proved themselves stronger than me, so breaking them was out of the question now. 

My Alpha blood would heal these injuries faster, even without me having to use my special ability, but the silver was holding back every werewolf's power inside of me. 

Fang had left me alone with the dim table lamp in the tent room with a night that was so silent now that the hooting of a single owl was heard from a distance.