Amanda’s POV.
It was hard to keep track of time when your days seemed to bleed into each other.
I stretched on the slab of cobblestone I called a bed and attempted to remember what day it was. I’d given up counting on the third day, so I assumed I’m somewhere around day five. No, it was definitely longer than that. Day eight?
I really didn’t have the energy to run all that through my mind. I felt pain everywhere from lying or leaning against the dirty, hard walls.
Other than the scraps of food the guards had fed me, I hadn’t had anything else to eat. The bread was stale, the water was tinged with colour and the soup was so cold, it was coagulating.
The entire cell itself was cold and my wolf’s heating abilities barely kept me warm because she was extremely weak.
When I’d first been t
