SPLASH!
A bucket of foul-smelling water woke Kellam and Marvin with a start. The two new Werewolves subconsciously sniffed the air and a foul smell of urine assaulted their senses, causing them to retch. The smell was so awful that Marvin almost fainted again.
The Dwilde thought grimly, 'Am I dreaming or did they pour a chamber pot on us?'
A slight throbbing headache still itched where he had knocked himself out with the pommel of his weapon, but the pain was negligible. The vitality of a lycan lived up to its reputation.
Reining in the anger that had bubbled up inside him from the humiliating treatment, Kellam's expression lightened and he took the time to study his surroundings. He and Marvin were tied back to back in a dark wooden room that reeked of rotting meat. They had no way of determining if it was day or night.
Sorry for the days without chapters. I had planned to buy a new keyboard, which I did, but I was not comfortable with this working condition and took the opportunity to rest. In the end, I bought a new laptop.