The dungeon was colder than she expected.
Nia sat curled in the farthest corner of the cell, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Her breath came in sharp, shallow pulls, misting in the dim light of the single torch flickering outside the bars.
Her body ached. Everything ached.
She had lost track of the time she had spent since she was kidnapped from that meeting. The cell she was in felt small, there were no windows, no way to measure the passage of time, only the drip-drip-drip of water echoing through the underground halls.
Her stomach clenched painfully, hunger gnawing at her ribs. The stale bread they had thrown at her earlier sat untouched in the corner. She wouldn’t eat their food. Wouldn’t take anything from them.
The words from the pack meeting echoed in her skull. “Is
