It felt like an eternity since Kendra had been imprisoned in the damned cell.
She had no idea what time it was— what day it was, seeing as it was always dark, with light from one single torch being the only source of illumination in the small space.
The female beta had barely gotten any sleep as well, fearing the huge rats that seemed to share the cell with her— vile rodents that nibbled at her feet as soon as they caught her dozing off. She generally hated the pests with a passion, so this was literally hell for her.
But even with all of that, that was honestly the least of her worries. She had no idea how many days she had been locked up in there, and she was so worried about Killian.
For him not to have come charging in here by now, ready to save her like he always did, had to mean
