*
It had been three days, and still Alpha Oberon was kept locked away in his cell. The only interaction he had was when the guards would bring him his meal, which they would throw on the ground so that it spilled all over the floor.
He was tired now, and all he really looked forward to was when it would all end. He kept waiting for Alpha Maxwell to come and finally deliver the final sentencing, but he hadn't been to see him since the first time. He had no idea what was going on above ground, and the inactivity was what killed him more than anything else.
The rats were frustrating as well. Oberon had gotten used to them now, and even when they would nibble at the soles of his feet while he slept, he would simply look away and pretend it didn't mean anything. Their incessant squeaking o
