GARRETTS POV
I'd been in this cell for a week. A whole f*****g week! The only reason I knew how long I'd been here was because I kept an eye on the shift changes. They weren't all that different from the routine at Blood Moon. Goddess knows what they were trying to accomplish by keeping me here, but I grew more and more livid every day. The place stank, the smell seeming to be coming from the walls themselves. It took me two days to stop vomiting from that alone.
One would think, being the brother of the packs Luna, I'd earn a little leniency. But, no, I was tossed into a small, filthy hole like I was some kind of rogue. There was no bed. Instead, loose straw was strewn over the cold stone floors. I'd managed to pile it in the corner, not that it did much. A small tin bucket was provided
