RAYNE
The guards dropped me off at a heavy, rusted door. We were twenty feet under the pack prison. The air was thick with the scent of wet fur and iron.
"Give us a moment," Carla demanded coldly.
The guards nodded in understanding, leaving us alone inside the dark hallway.
"The Elders don't play fair, neither should you," she uttered, stuffing a familiar bag into my hands.
"How did you?" I asked, staring at my medical bag in disbelief.
"Good luck," she whispered before leaving me there in the dark. I hugged the bag to my chest, placing a trembling hand on the door handle.
I pressed the handle down, nervously stepping into the Hollow. Distant coughs and agonizing moans filled the silence.
I made my way down the small prison cells made out of silver bars. Smeared blood and vi
