Chapter 22 – Horror of the Dungeon
Llana’s POV
The breeze was cold as I stood on the balcony of his room. I wrapped my arm around me and rubbed my hands on them. Looking at the night sky filled with stars, I could say the night was quiet while the stars twinkle above me and the moon lights the pack house and watched as I tried to enhance my hearing and vision as I stare at the dark forest wanting to hear any noise or see some fireflies in there.
But instead of hearing and seeing what I thought could relax me, the horror in the dungeon filled my senses instead.
Screams, whips, splash of cold water and some was hot due to the steam I can see and smell from it, blood all over the place, flames in one area, an iron bar getting heated, then another scream, another whip, another kick, and
