The iron door to the dungeon groaned open, jolting Freya to sit from her curled position on the floor. Rats scurried around in front of her but she had learned to get used to them during the past days.
Her main concern now was the two muscular men, who she already identified as wolves, padding towards her.
She matted her cracked lips together as they enclosed her. It was easy for them to grab her because she hadn’t eaten anything after Beta Caleb brought her food the previous day.
Her wrists, raw from the silver cuffs, were crusted in dried blood.
“On your feet,” the scarred one barked as they grabbed her but left her just as immediately.
She tried to move, but her body betrayed her. Her legs gave in, and she collapsed again.
The second one clicked his tongue in irritation. “Pathet
