♔ Eustacia (P.O.V)
Flynn left almost two hours ago. For nearly the same amount of time, I've been tucked away into my ball. For the rest of the time, I was able to make improvements to the area around me. I had the chance to remove most of the blood soaked hay and place it into a different corner of the cell. Some of the hay that’s left still has blood caked onto it, but it’s manageable and less revolting. I’ve been able to scratch it into a comfortable bed; it's comfortable by my wolf standards.
I've been through worse than the conditions of this cell. Although, I'm not entirely sure if that's a good thing.
I’ve been lied to. I’ve been tossed to the bottom of the pack. I’ve been beaten and tortured. I’ve been shoved into my wolf form with no sign of turning back. I can no longer hear
