Artemisia
Descending the cold steps slowly, I can feel my heartbeat pick up with every step I take.
I start regretting having persisted towards Cayden that I wanted to face him all by myself.
Well, I guess I won’t be alone as there are guards around.
I pass the tunnel and come to a halt as I reach Logan’s cell.
He is sitting on a bench, leaning against a wall as he looks at me with a void look.
His face is bloody and swollen, his clothes tattered. Dried blood is sticking onto his clothes, enhancing the wounds that are decorating his chest, shining through his ripped white shirt.
A shudder passes through me, and I hug myself as if wanting to brace myself against the cold.
“Why isn’t your wolf healing you?” I ask him, concerned about seeing him like this.
He scoffs, tearing
