Justin’s POV
The bell came again and the horn, like a mighty blast, woke me.
“Hmmmm…” my groaning escaped my throat as I turned on the end feeling famished and tired.
“Those wolves better not come for me this morning,” I spoke to myself, and as I looked through the window of the cell room, and found the guards gathering and clearing the snow around the gates.
“Justin!” That same loud voice that tormented my mornings spilled at me.
“Ooohh!” I groaned loudly and before I could gather my shirt and wear it over my singlet, he dragged me out from the bunk and pulled me through the door.
“Move!” He said and as I wore my shirt, he walked by my side ready with the handcuffs for my hands.
“I am here!” I replied, tired of being pushed.
As usual, it was the routine I was going through. I went
