ZARA’S POV
Cold air licked at my skin the moment the guards pushed me into the dungeon. The heavy door slammed shut behind me, sealing away any warmth I had left from the outside. Darkness pressed against me like a living thing. The only light came from a dim lantern hanging above, its glow barely reaching the corners of the room.
I wished I had let Mira try to bring me out of this situation now.
I sat, not because I wanted to but because my knees buckled the moment the chains locked around my wrists. The cuffs hummed with electricity, sending a sharp sting up my arms. It was a warning. The dungeons were no safe place for any wolves. It made them feral creatures.
I breathed in slowly.
Wolfsbane hit my nose.
Thick. Metallic. Poisonous.
Except it did nothing. Not even a pinch of disco
