The wall pressed against her back was cold, and so was the floor she sat on. The single bulb at the center of the room was off and the small thin window at the top corner close to the ceiling didn’t offer much in terms of light or fresh air, since it was closed.
The sun had set some time ago; Andrea wasn’t sure when. There was no way to keep track of time in the small room she had been locked in once they brought her back to the pack house.
It was only when Andrea was led to the basement and locked up in a small room that had a sick resemblance to a cell that she realized how hospitable Ulric and the pack had been towards her and Kristy before.
Now it seemed the pack wasn’t ready to show her any form of kindness. Her cell was cold and dusty. It made the dingy motel she had left Kristy
