Damon
The dungeon was as dark and suffocating as they said it would be. No light, no warmth, only damp walls and the stench of rot that clung to everything. Chains bit into my wrists, and the stone beneath me was slick with years of filth.
I tried to use my wolf instincts to see if I could see around me but nothing. It was as if this place had been warded to make sure that the prisoners here remained powerless and get broken by time.
Yet I smiled.
I didn't panic.
Selene whimpered beside me, muttering curses under her breath, her body trembling from both the cold and her fear. The silver chains were crueler to her; she had never built up tolerance the way I had. Her voice grated on me, a constant buzzing in my skull.
“Quiet, Selene! Gods! Can't you just keep quiet?" I snapped, my vo
