Poppy's P.O.V
I stuck the key into the old wooden door, turning it until a quiet click rang into my ears. I pushed forward, the door groaning quietly in reluctant compliance. The older wolf that previously dragged me from my father's house was sitting with his back toward me.
"Finally, I'm starving. Why are you so late bringing my supper?" The older wolf turned to me, his face twisting in confusion as he realized it was me in front of him, instead of one of the people in charge of food. I locked the door behind me, pressing my back against the wall.
"Sorry to disappoint you," I spoke calmly while staring him down. My arms crossed against my chest defensively as I looked at the older man in front of me, his hands and feet shackled as he sat on an old bed.
"Why're you here, why am I here
