Alyssa's POV:
The next day, they dragged me from the cell and threw me into the dungeon — if you could even call it that.
A filthy hole in the ground, with chains that clinked and bit into my wrists and ankles. The stench of mold, blood, and old despair clung to every stone.
They chained me to the wall like an animal. Fed me scraps of cold, stale bread for breakfast. And another crust for dinner.
No lunch.
But that didn't bother me.
Because I wasn’t new to hunger. Even back in Silvercrest Pack, they didn’t bother feeding the omega at midday.
I was used to it.
I curled into myself, feeling the bite of the stone against my battered skin, listening to the silence that pressed against my ears.
Sleep came in fits and each time,
I dreamed of running, of teeth snapping at my heels and
