It had been months since Charity had stepped through the barrier, the Committee after much deliberation had decided, upon learning she was a Luna to one of the strongest packs in the Northern Territories, that she was to remain a prisoner in the cells. No-one was allowed to enter her cell or interact with her unless it was to bring her food or clear the bucket she had been given to use as a toilet, it seemed that even this hermit type tribe had heard of and was wary of the Silver Cross pack.
Justin was taken out of his cell repeatedly, dragged by the arms along the ground and up the stairs by the guards, away from her earshot, each time when he was returned, he was a little more broken but would never tell her what they did to him whilst he was outside.
Charity reached through the bars
