Heated argument had ensured between Jamole and Sasha over the temperature at my prison. When Jamole came around and saw the chilled air which I enjoyed he ordered his shifters to turn it off and turn on the hot air. In a moment the whole surrounding became so heated with hot air that profuse sweating took over my entire body and my skin began to boil as feathers in the haze of fire.

“Jamole!” I called with the ounce of energy in me, and once he gazed down to me from the summit above, I pled, “Please I beg of you, turn on the chilled air. I know I am...