ROXANNE

The silver cells were in the deepest part of the dungeon. The walls were lined with silver dust, which dampened a wolf’s strength and made every breath feel like inhaling needles.

This particular dungeon according to Lucia was rarely used. But now, here I was, dragged into it for a crime I didn't commit.

The guards weren't gentle. They threw Elijah into one cell and shoved me into the one next to it. I fell hard against the stone floor, my hands scraping against the grit.

"Please," I sobbed, clutching my stomach. "I’m six months pregnant. You can't keep me in here. The silver... it’s bad for the baby."...