Fantine

The damp air of the cellar felt thick and freezing against my skin, and the dull throb in my bandaged shoulder was getting worse because the heavy bars of the cage were coated in a thick layer of solid silver that made my wolf Ava whine with a deep, sickening pain inside my chest. Every time I accidentally leaned too close to the metal framework, a sharp wave of nausea washed over me and made my fingers twitch with weakness, but I kept my arms wrapped tightly around my knees and stayed in the exact center of the stone floor so the guards outside wouldn't see how much the...