Delilah furrowed her brows, moaning in pain. Though her body was much better, her head was throbbing painfully. It almost felt like a truck ran over her.
"Your healing powers are really amazing," She heard a female voice, and her attention snapped to the lady sitting in the corner of her room.
She was creating some kind of paste inside a mortar and pestle.
"What is that supposed to mean? Where am I?" Delilah asked. She looked at her surroundings carefully. She wasn't in a dungeon anymore. It looked more like a cabin in the woods.
The events that had happened rushed to her head, and Delilah immediately called for her wolf.
'Grace, are you okay?' Delilah asked.
Grace was weak from all the injections but still nodded with a comforting smile.