But I was saved.
My persistent beating had finally gotten them to call a doctor for me. Even though the death of an inferior wolf was not satisfying enough to them, they didn't want to be the ones who did the deed.
But I couldn't think or bother about anything else anymore at the moment. The pain from my lower body being torn apart was beyond my imagination. I randomly stretched out my hand, hoping that someone would hold it to help me bear the pain. The immense pain and loneliness intertwined swelled in my heart, making me wish I were dead.
My tears seemed to have dried up, but no one cared as they looked at me with disgust, as if touching me was a dirty thing. In the end, they used the most brutal means to help me give birth to the child.
After a while, the nurse carried my child over and quickly handed him to me. "This child is so good-looking, but it's a pity that he has a mother like you."
