"This is it."
"Aya?"
"On it."
I let my wolf come forward, sharpening my senses. It made the smell of the dungeon so much worse, but I'd live. Looking through Aya's eyes, I could see that the cell looked totally normal. Small, dirty, but normal. No bars were bent or broken. I caught a faint whiff of James scent, hours old. I walked a few feet away, but his scent didn't linger. It was secluded to his cell. How was that possible?
"Did you interrogate the other prisoners here?" I asked.
"No point. Not like any of them would tell us the truth."
"Did anyone see this prisoner escape last night?" I called down the corridor. Silence.
"He's right you know. They won't talk."Aya said.
"Nobody saw anything? Really? Or are you pissed off that he didn't take you with him?" I called.
I walked to
