Rory
It had been hours since I left the cell. I locked the doors and shoved a dresser in front of it. I knew that it wouldn't keep out a wolf but it would send a message that I didnt want to be f****d with. I felt constant prodding in my mind. Everyone that had stayed silent was now begging for communication. They were pushing at my mental walls that I had built up and reinforced like they were silver coated walls of steel.
I had paced. I cried. I had f*****g screamed until my throat was raw and sore. I'm sure those in the halls near my rooms or even anywhere in the packhouse thought I was either a dying cat or in serious trouble. The sun had set and the moon was high in the sky and I sat on the bench next to one of the larger windows. I had it cracked open so I could still feel the bre
