I hung there, stunned, as the Alpha told me how he was healed.
He looked up at me, his lips pulling back into a smile. "Well, I am sure that Rip could tell you the same; once you get the feeling of being 'normal' again, you don't really want to give it up. The second healer was a bit harder to get to. The people at her base weren't too happy to hand her over. But if you've been to one base, you've been to them all. It wasn't that hard to figure out where they would have put her."
"You've been to a base before?" I asked, refusing to dwell on the fact that he killed and ate two healers before me. I wasn't sure what would be worse, not knowing what my future held or knowing that I no longer had one.
If I was alive, I could hope that someone would come and save me, but if I was dead, that was the end. There was nothing else.
