Elena
Being in isolation plays tricks with your mind, no matter how long you’re subjected to it. Time is irrelevant when you’re alone. For instance, it felt like days since Appalachian had left me alone and heartbroken. But in reality, it had barely been one, not that long at all. On the floor sat two untouched trays of food—one from dinner last night and the other from breakfast this morning. The sour smell of rotting food is starting to get to me, and I can’t help but wonder why one of the omegas hasn’t been by to pick them up? Maybe it's part of their torture tactics.
With a heavy sigh, I roll onto my other side and stare through the bars at Cyrus. Why hasn’t he woken up yet? That witch promised he would, and like an i***t, I took her at her word. Now, not only am I locked up and rej
