Lyann looked up at the tiny widow of her cell. She could not even hear any voices and wondered what time of the day it was. She did not even know what day of the week it was. Wallowing in defeat, she used the palms of her hands to cover her face as she sat on the hard concrete floor. Self loathe and dejection threatened to eat her up alive. She would never have believed that Abigail could defeat her in a fight. She has always believed the Luna to be nothing but a figurehead. Thinking that she only hid behind her alpha mate for strength and support.
What was driving Lyann crazy at the moment was the fact that none of the leaders have even bothered with her. Her initial plan was to taunt them whenever they come to question her, but after the fourth night without so much as a visit, she beca
