38 – HOOKED
DAMON
There was the sound of water dripping from somewhere up in the roof and the cell smelt of decaying matter.
I sat there on the floor, feeling the small pool of water slowly gather at my feet.
Should I have fought back? I pondered to myself. I gambled on the fact that the Supreme Leader of the coven might have actually been testing my resolve and so, it would have been a bad idea to run.
Running would not only have given that bastard grand warlock the opportunity he needed to try and kill me but it would have also effectively ruined any chance I had of forming this alliance.
The wetness I could easily endure but the stench?
I was sure that he put me here intentionally, knowing how keen our sense of smell is as wolves, this was a means to torture me.
I looked around
