Damon's lips rose to the question. "I'll be heading to the Silver Moon pack. I'll win the slave princess's trust," he answered.
'That's right, Damon. Magical blood will not take effect if it isn't given willingly. You must win her trust. Or even her heart if needed,' his wolf, Ruckus, told him.
Adelia and Cynthia's eyes widened when they heard a metal scrapping on the ground from the main entrance of the barn.
'You need to hide, Cynthia!' Adelia exclaimed worriedly through their mind link. She stole the torch Cynthia was holding and drowned it in the pail of water inside the cell.
Fear ate up Cynthia. It was just now that she thought about the possibility that she might get caught after entering her father's prison. She looked at her mother fearfully. 'I love you, mom.'
'I love you too, Cynthia,' Adelia responded. 'Hide quickly!' she pushed her away.
Cynthia couldn't move as fast as a normal werewolf. She rushed to the dark side of the place and hid herself behind a post. She held her breath, hoping that the werewolf who entered the dungeon would leave soon before she lost breath.