Chapter 4

Gasps erupted in unison.

A face disfigured beyond recognition by fire was exposed under the cameras' relentless scrutiny.

"Oh my God, that’s disgusting. Is that even human?"

"I’m gonna puke. Damn, that’s hideous—a hell devil come to life in broad daylight."

Their words sliced through me like silver blades.

My heart pounded, the sound deafening in my ears. I couldn’t even process the shame fast enough before another voice, gleeful and dripping with malice, rang out:

"The most arrogant female warrior—immoral, malicious, and spiteful. She deliberately set a fire to kill her sister and ended up paying the price. They say there isn’t a single patch of intact skin left on her. Let’s see for ourselves what it means when karma comes knocking."

Phones were lifted. Streams went live.

My stomach churned. My vision blurred as black spots danced before my eyes.

Then—

A hard shove.

I hit the ground, my already battered body collapsing under the force. My clothes—thin, oversized hospital scrubs—ripped like wet paper.

My arms were exposed. My thighs. My waist.

A sharp, broken gasp tore from my throat, but the noise of the crowd swallowed it whole.

Then came the tremors.

My hands and feet twitched first. Then my entire body seized violently, jerking against the cold pavement as if struck by an electric current.

The cameras zoomed in.

"She’s having a seizure! This is gold—get a close-up, quick! It’s all prime footage!"

I writhed in agony, my eyes rolling back as my fangs pushed painfully against my gums, as foam spilled from the corners of my mouth..

I knew the drugs were taking effect, but there was nothing I could do.

Like a clown stripped bare, I was at their mercy as they shredded my dignity into nothingness.

And the worst was yet to come.

A horrifying warmth spread beneath me, wet and shameful.

The acrid scent hit my nose first, just before the gasps and laughter started.

"Oh, shit! She pissed herself!"

"I thought wolves had some dignity left—guess not!"