Shuddering, her ears rang at the sound of the heavy doors shut behind her. One minute, she was standing at the center of the cavernous hall where the crystal broke when pressed into the nook of her neck and the next minute, chains clicked around her wrists like she was some criminal.
She staggered forward as tough hands gripped her elbows, one on each side. The hands pulled hard, it was hurting, and not just guiding her.
The floor beneath her bare feet felt different here. It wasn’t the polished, cool stone in her pack’s court. The floor here was rougher and uneven, made of crushed, packed bones that were grinded and smoothed on the floor. It was a gritty texture that scraped the soles of her feet with each step taken.
Looking down, the dim light from the braziers hung high on the walls
