I lost track of the time as I remained shackled to the dungeon walls. Seconds turned into minutes; minutes turned into hours. I felt like I was delusionally talking to myself, or my wolf. I couldn’t tell who was talking and who was responding.
As time went on, I found myself beginning to doze off. I was so sleep-deprived that it didn’t matter where I was or how uncomfortable it was. Maybe if I slept, I would forget about my current state, and it wouldn’t seem as bad. By the time I woke up, everything would be over. Which meant, I would either be dead, or the war will end, and Marlon would have won. Which, honestly, I wasn’t holding my breath for.
I wanted to have faith in Marlon and believed him when he says he wanted to protect me and Mateo. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it; despi
