Star’s POV

The sound of birds probably perching on trees  outside the prison pulled me out of sleep. My eyes open to the bright light in the room coming from the little window at the top of the cell wall. 

If only I was the size of a rat, I would scurry out that window without a second thought. The twittering of the birds continued and I could not help but wonder how it felt to be out there in the open. 

I could not say I missed how I had felt when I still had my freedom in my pack as that was not a good experience in itself....