Amber’s POV.
Confined in a narrow, cold cell, I sat curled up and wrapped my arms tightly around my knees. I blew warm air into my shuddering hands, hoping to ease the chill, even if only a little.
Wolves were naturally tolerant of the cold. We were built to withstand harsh winters and freezing temperatures. Although I wasn’t pure-blooded because of my witch lineage, I still possessed the heightened senses, instincts, and strength of a wolf.
However, age had weakened both my body and my powers, and even my tolerance to the cold had diminished over the years, leaving me shivering to the icy air that filled the dungeon.
I had no idea how long I had been imprisoned here. Perhaps a day or two. Maybe longer. It was difficult to tell the passage of time when darkness and silence were my onl
