Yaroslava's POV
I sat in a chair on the patio of my new home — the prison. It had been over three weeks since I'd woken up here. The nightmares didn't bother me, but I couldn't sleep either. Insomnia plagued my mind because every time I closed my eyes, the golden glow of my favorite black eyes kept me awake.
At first, my skin around Jan's mark burned, or maybe it was just a feeling, or perhaps I wanted to believe that my werewolf would not leave me. But every day I felt less and less of that feeling, and more and more loneliness took over my heart and soul. And only the slight warmth in my stom
