I thought I was dead the minute that traitorous warlock struck a dagger through my skull, but I guess fate is still keeping a tight a*s leash on me.
I’m caged in a metal box big enough for my wolf to pace back and forth in, but not big enough to contain my slow rise to insanity. I have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve been locked in here, but from the moment I woke up, it has been two days.
I remember the first time I awoke to find myself in a metal cage, my dried up blood sticking to the hair of my wolf as I hear the haunting sounds of screeching cries below me.
I have no idea what is kept down there by the warlock and his deranged mother, but I’m certainly in no hurry to find out.
I can still remember the smug grin the warlock had on his face as he crouched down and stared at m
