“Throw her in the dungeon. She will be charged to court.”
“Yes Alpha.”
Within minutes, I was dragged out of my house and thrown into the wolves’ dungeon, for a sin I did not commit.
I was dragged into the cold and dark dungeon of our pack. It was my darkest period, I was thrown into the darkest depths of life. There, I was tormented for killing the pack's future heir, or so alpha George believed.
I screamed until my voice was hoarse, but no one came to my aid. The dungeon's cold, damp walls seemed to be closing in on me as the enforcers continued their relentless torture. I was beaten, whipped, and left to rot in the darkness.
Days blended together in an endless blur of agony. I lost count of time, unsure if it was day or night. The only sound was the dripping of water and my own labored breathing.
One of the enforcers, a burly man with a scar above his left eyebrow, took great pleasure in my suffering. He'd sneer, taunting me with cruel words, telling me I'd never see the light of day again.
As the torture continued, my body began to shut down. I felt my life force ebbing away, my spirit weakening. But my mind remained sharp, fueled by anger and a desire for justice.