(Mylay's POV)
It had been two long days since I had been in the Blood Moon Pack, trapped in their dungeon. I have not seen anyone since that Gamma guy threw me in here. I have not had food or water in over 48 hours! I swear I am dying of thirst and hunger. I almost (and that's a tiny almost) miss Damon. At least he fed me every day unless I got too mouthy. This was a whole other kind of torture. The only reason I knew it had been two days was from the tiny window in a room across from my cell. I have seen the sun come and go two times since I have been here.
As I lay on the hard cot in my cell, I heard a door open and footsteps approaching. My heart started racing in my chest. Are they here to feed me or execute me? Either way, I was petrified. I knew I had to remain strong if I wanted
