DAISY'S POV
I was sitting on the cold and dirty floor of the dungeon.
It had a horrid smell, almost as if someone or something had died here. I had to stop myself from puking too many times. My wolf kept dancing with restlessness within me.
I wanted out. I wanted to go back to the comfort of my bed.
But I could not get any of that.
I released a heavy and shaky breath as I stared into nothingness. One would think that my confusion would have ceased by now but it only kept growing.
My mouth felt dry and I wished that I could get some fresh water along with air but I knew that no one was going to let me out of this place.
"Why is Bryan taking too long?" I asked out loud as I stared at the iron barred wall that housed the door out of the cell.
"He should have been here by now,"
