“Why are you taking me to the prison?” I asked, nerves nipping at my insides.
Thayer took longer strides toward the small concrete building, dragging me along with him. Two guards stood at the door, scanning the forest for trespassers. When Thayer nodded to them, they opened the doors and let us pass.
I took a cautious step inside and followed him down a set of stairs. It was chilly and cold on the inside, the concrete and the cobwebs making me tremble in fear. I’d never been down here before, but the air smelled thick of blood.
My mouth salivated at the mere scent of it, my teeth lengthening. Something deep and feral inside me wanted to taste it, wanted it pooling in my mouth and rolling down my chin. And that something f*****g scared me.
“I really don’t think this is a good idea.” My
