3rd person's POV

The dungeon was a place where hope went to  wither  and died especially for a werewolf and that was where Sarah was right now.

The cold, damp floor meant she was always cold, and with the thick stench of mildew, it was barely a room and not a comfortable one at that.

The chains on her hands and feet clinked softly in the dark, a constant reminder that she was bound to this place a prisoner here.

Sarah leaned against the rough stone wall, she glanced at her wrists that were chafed and raw from the iron chains that had held them.

She had been a  captive...