Ada
People are scurrying around to get everything done for tonight’s meeting and do not take any notice of me as I walk to the dungeon.
“I hope you feel worse than you look,” I say when I stand in front of Clyde’s cell. He has already started to heal since our last conversation, and I wish he had not. I wish he were wolfless and had to suffer through the pain like me.
“Are you here for more torture?” He moans in pain as he sits up.
“No,” I pull a chair to his cell and take a seat. “I want answers.”
“Thought you had all the answers,” he sneers.
“How do you see this ending?” I sigh and cross my arms.
“It’s obvious,” he grunts. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Is that what you want?” I raise my eyebrows.
“That’s a f*cked-up question,” his face pulls in pain as he shifts into a more comfor
