Chapter 238

Lucien The moment I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the pain at the back of my neck. Did someone strike me from the back? I suddenly remembered an unfamiliar woman who had told me that she knows the way back to my pack while I was currently taking out the chains that wrapped on my wrist and ankles—even breaking my own bones just to slip free—felt them splinter and bend unnaturally beneath the restraints. When my hands finally came loose, I tore the shackles from my ankles as if they were nothing more than brittle vines. I couldn't even remember what I was doing in the cell but it seemed that my enemies had managed to get me. I tore the prison with my bare hands, disregarding that my hands had been dislocated from the process and left that place. While walking, an unfamiliar woman with strange crimson eyes appeared in front of me, saying that I needed a treatment otherwise Scarlett would worry. Scarlett? Who's that? It seemed to be the name of a woman. However, I couldn't