The cold from the North didn't just make me feel cold; it went deep into my bones. I sat on the floor of the dark cell, hugging my knees to my chest, while my torn dress did nothing to help with the icy cold.
A wave of anxiety surged through me, tightening my chest. I placed a hand on my stomach; it was beginning. The faint, disorienting hum at the back of my head started creeping in. Sofia had warned me about this since childhood: void-drift.
It’s a mental and physical affliction that strikes those without a wolf. Without the blue tonic to calm my nervous system, the drift would unravel my sanity. “Please,” I murmured into the empty, dark room, my voice shaky. “I just need a drop.”
The black iron vault was too loud.
I pressed my palms against my ears, but it didn’t help. I could hear
