Muna’s POV
I open my eyes to a guard rattling my cell with his claws. Breakfast. I smiled at the thought of it. I have lived in luxury for the most of my life even when the alpha took me captive, except for the moment they dragged me along with them.
However, here I was. A measly, malnourished meal placed before me as one that had to sustain me until whatever judgement they decided was mine to bear.
I lowered my head, my hair covering my face as the door creaked open. The guard walked in, placing the food before me before heading to the crank lever to lower me to the ground.
I felt my bone and muscles ache to the rattling of the chains. It was now a routine, but I wasn’t used to it whatever way.
The strain remained a constant pain to me even when I dropped to the floor.
“Here, here
