The dimly lit cave is illuminated only by torches hanging on the walls, but I don't exactly need them to see where I'm going. We walk by different cells with iron bars holding frail and weak looking werewolves that had broken the law somehow. Some cells are empty, but I don't think much about them as my focus is on something else. I make my way knowing exactly where to go, sniffing my prey from afar even with the metallic stench of blood coming from the cells.
Curious eyes watch us from their cells as we walk past them, going deeper. I think I might recognize some of the prisoners as the rogues captured yesterday, and I’m proven right when I see Gina among them, sitting on the floor and hugging herself as she whimpers out in fright.
And at the end of it all the person I hate most is bein
