Lucien's pov
My room was a pig sty
Every inch of the room, at least the ones that hadn't been soiled with rotting food was covered in moss and maggots. Rats swept into the room, daring as they sauntered over the trays, knocking them down as they grapled with what was left from probably last night's feast.
The stench was so bad. I had smelt the odour, I filtrating my nostrils like an unwanted guest from the entrance of the pack house.
The shock was still palpable when I opened the door to see what had greeted me.
At the early hours of dawn nothing could have prepared me for what stood before me.
Just as if on cue, a tray, neatly stacked to the side tilted over as thought offering me services for my entrance and crashed over the floor. I stood there, ridden cold with rage and dis
