According to dungeon rules, a prisoner was to ingest at least two bowls of monkshood soup before being thrown in an assigned cell. This was done to prevent such inmate from manifesting their wolf or attempting to escape.

In my case, though, due to me being of Alpha blood and how short my temper was recently, the skittish slammer guards had me finish five bowls of wolfsbane instead.

Then, in accordance with my brother’s order, they took me to a cell, deep in the dungeon. It had a small, narrow door at the entrance.

I had to get on all fours to enter after being chained at the hands, neck...