SELVARA’S POV
I lifted my head slowly, only for it to slam against something sharp. Pain burst across my forehead. When I touched it, I felt nails sticking out of the iron above me. I couldn’t even see them.
The dungeon was stark black. There was no slit for light, or moonlight, and not even a c***k for air. It was just made of stone, damp, and crawling things. Talking of crawling things, I've been bitten by all sorts of insects and I don't even know what exactly.
I lay there, not knowing what time it was or how many hours I had left until my death. The word alone hollowed out my chest.
Just an hour ago, I had been on my knees in front of the whole pack. I was charged, shamed, and forced to admit to something I hadn’t done. All I did was defend myself against rogues. If I hadn’t, I’d b
