Signed,Sealed,Delivered

**Vic**                 Victoria had never felt more ashamed of herself. She cowered in her small damp cell, feeling the hard, jagged edges of the wall press against the small of her back. She looked around in anguish, remembering the ordeal that had brought her there in the first place. Rogues.A pack of bloodthirsty creatures who held no loyalty except perhaps loyalty amongst thieves and murderers. They had ripped apart her family home and taken anything of value, gold, jewels, and perhaps most nefariously, the women. She had been ripped from her homebound and gagged and taken to goddess knows where and she was ashamed.                 Victoria was almost 18; she was days from her first shift, the moment in which she would transform for the first time and become a part of the wolf spirit that laid dormant inside of her. Maybe if they had come for her after the shift, she could have defended herself; maybe, just maybe, she could have stopped them from taking her sisters as well.                 She wrapped shaky, unstable arms around her beaten torso and prayed because that was all there was left to do. Victoria preyed her death would be quick and that the mate the goddess chose for her would be spared much pain. She prayed that her sisters were found, and she prayed that whoever had ripped her family apart would be punished severely. The cold from the damp cell had activated a strange heat from inside her; she was burning up, sure that her death laid between the cold walls and the silver metal bars of her cell. She contorted her body to fit the most comfortable corner of the floor and let herself burn up, praying for better luck in the next life.