Miatta

 The cell smelled like unwashed bodies and death. I could almost hear the screams of the people who had been previously held there as well. Claw marks and blood stains marred the walls, turning them black as tar. It was so small that I could not lie horizontally without my legs pushing the wall. I wasn't feeling sleepy though; I was hungry because I hadn't gotten the chance to eat before Yvette had come with the lycan guards.

My stomach rumbled and if not for the collar keeping my wolf at bay, she would have clawed down the cell. I should have known that Ryan could not be trusted...