Olivia Anderson
“Let me go! You good for nothing fool!” I screamed, while struggling in his hold.
The cage hung suspended in the center of the great hall like a blood-red lantern.
Thick iron bars wrapped in crimson mist that never quite settled…swirling on the cold rodes in a majestic way, coiling every since inch and tasting the air around me.
The mist burned where it touched skin, it was so cold enough to blister. I pressed my back to the bars anyway. Better the iron than the mist.
Below me, the floor of the hall was packed with my former pack.
The faces I had laughed with. Shoulders I had leaned on during full-moon runs.
Pups I had once carried on my hip when their mothers needed rest.
Now they stood in neat rows, eyes glassy, mouths shut. The Blackmist spell still clung to t
