Seventy-six:
Anya Ashland
I could hear my children’s voices from the cell next to me. Aurora, Lisette, and Rolf were all terrified. In cells of their own, my Grandmother, and my husband Gerard, were all there. We had been in the dungeons for days, weeks on end. I didn’t know how long it had been. We were in the deepest, darkest, parts of the dungeon. No one had given us food. No one had given us water. The dungeon that we were in was in Castle Lupine. The home of the werewolves, the very people that hated all of us.
“Anya?” I stiffened as I heard a voice call out.
That wasn’t my husband, or my children, or my grandmother.
“Who are you?” I asked. It sounded like Raoul, but there was no reason that he would be here. We were in here because of him. It had be
