Freya’s Pov
I’ve completely lost track of time.
No windows. No sunlight. Just this one stupid torch flickering by the entrance, throwing shaky shadows all over the walls. I don’t know if it’s morning, night, or what day it even is anymore. I just know my whole body hurts from sitting on this freezing stone floor, the cuffs keep getting heavier somehow, and the place inside me where my power used to live… it’s just this raw, empty ache now.
Across from me, Jessica finally cried herself out and passed out, curled up against Connor. He’s still awake though, eyes glassy and too bright, that wound on his chest looking uglier by the minute. Definitely infected. If he doesn’t get help soon, he might not even make it to the full moon.
Not that any of us are making it that far anyway.
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