(Amara POV)
Today I was thrown into the dungeon.
I could feel the stone sucking in the very little strength I have.
"f**k you!" I shouted but I was alone in the dungeon.
Well that was what I thought.
A groan filled the room and my head swiftly turned to the corner of the room.
"Nesta!" I gasped before running to her.
She looked awful.
Scratch marks, broken wrists, head injury…. She was barely able to move without wincing.
"Hey" she gave a small laugh before flinching. "Ow," she growled clenching her stomach. 'I fought our mate'
I growled hearing that.
"Yea I know. I was there" I grunted. She stared at me for a few seconds before chuckling and then letting out a groan.
"I have to say your mate is a badass. I think he punctured my lungs"
"What the actual hell were you thinkin
