~LAYLA~
It is getting dark outside.
I look away from the window above me and exhale, rubbing my left wrist with my callused right palm.
I still can't believe that I am unshackled.
For now.
The grumpy guard who unshackled me called me filth and said his Alpha gave him the order to have me freed from the chains binding me to the wall.
I really contemplated on taking that chance; knock the guard straight out and escape.
But then, I held back because I couldn't risk taking that move. At least not yet.
Being rash could cost me my life. I am not stupid, and I don't want to die.
Nevertheless, I am still locked up in here. Still not free.
The cold floor beneath my bare feet is uncomfortable, but I have grown used to it. Right now, I am sitting on the small bunk bed right at a corner of m
