“What's your name?”
“Irena.”
“Okay, Irena, how long until the guard changes?” Abby compelled.
The guard blinked. “Five hours.”
“How long have these humans been in here?”
“Three months.”
Three months? What the hell? “Why are they still alive?”
“The queen wanted to teach them a lesson.”
“What lesson?”
“That it’s stupid to be a hunter, especially now that they’re turning us ‘back into pathetic humans’.”
Abby frowned at Irena.
“I’m just quoting the queen.”
Why would Sharon want to be a part of a den that had such a cruel queen?
Abby looked into the cell and saw the three figures. Their heads were bowed, their wrists and ankles chained. The cuffs at their wrists looked to be the only reason they were vertical.
They were emaciated and their breathing was shallow. They all looked to
