Leila's pov
This dungeon reeks of rat piss and a bunch of other things that makes me want to puke my intestine.
I can't believe that I have been reduced to this.
Me, Luna Leila of the Emberfall pack, locked up like a slave.
I was a prominent lady of the pack, North had no right to treat like trash.
I've been here for hours, no food or water, I haven't bath or washed my hair for the day.
The stench from my armpits matched the rat pee. I don't know which was stronger.
It wasn't enough that I was bound hand and feet by silver chains.
Rats and roaches scurried around, making mockery of my predicament.
“Oh no!!” I sobbed
“Get me out of here, somebody, anybody.” I screamed.
“Quit your whining, Leila. I'm trying to sleep here.” Someone said from the darkness.
The voice,
“Nathan, is
