Paul dragged me through several long, dark passages, with the smell of musky mold growing more and more faint the deeper we went, where ever we were heading, clearly was a lot cleaner than the filthy, grimy cells we were held in.
I kept thinking of all the ways I would take his life as we passed lines and lines of shewolves linked together with silver cuffs and chains in a long line that didn't seem to end, some of them crying, others just staring into the darkness, empty, traumatized and accepting of their fate.
We turned a corner into what appeared to be a backstage open space area, brightly lit and slightly chaotic as a team of vampire stylists zoomed around the shewolves at the front of the line with inhumane speed that irritated my eyes. The shewolves were wiped down, sprayed, st
