Echo.

When my eyes fluttered open, I found myself in the dungeon—a wretched place reserved for criminal werewolves and rogues. The grim reality of my situation settled in, and I couldn't help but shudder as I remembered that I had been locked in the dungeons of the lycans at one point in time too and now I was locked in the dungeons of my own people, by my own father.

A piece of cloth still gagged my mouth, and my wrists were painfully chained to the filthy stone wall. I was treated like the worst of criminals, a far cry from the life I had known just moments before.

I...