Fyn had no idea if he would ever be able to move again. Every inch of his body hurt and was either bruised or bleeding. Shifters healed swiftly, but he had always known there was a limit to how well they could heal. Otherwise, shifters wouldn't have scarred.
He knew he should heal, but he couldn’t imagine himself living through this. It was even worse than when he had gotten his foot caught in the trap.
There was an odd squeaking noise outside Fyn’s cell, and while he heard the sound, he paid no attention to it. He couldn’t care less what was going on outside his cell. It could have been Mateo coming to finish him off, and Fyn wouldn’t have been able to summon the energy to move.