Astella’s pov

I forced, loud groan escaped my lips as I rattled the cages of my cell in the dungeon room only to receive yet again another bored look from the two Pack guards across the dungeon, keeping an eye on me.

It's been several hours, I might have to suspect it was even dawn already, but as I was underground, I couldn't tell the time, neither could I even know exactly how long I've stayed here.

I was hungry, tattered and dirty, thirsty and overall, incredulously angry and sad. Angry that I had to be kept here against my will and sad that this is what it must come...