Echo.

The other werewolves were not shy or relenting in their gazes as they watched me from their cell, the ones that could see me that is. The guards had thrown in our daily meal of stale bread and meat. We didn't care whether the food was to our liking, we ate to survive. But right now, I was in so much pain I didn't bother to move.

"Why do they always treat you like this? Did you do something very bad?" The one across me asked.

"I heard she planned an escape. The Lycans lost slaves and a few of their men because of her." Someone answered for me....