At this point, Gwen didn't think things could get any worse than sitting in the dark dungeons and having their packs be ruled by Oswald and his crazy mother, and his equally crazy mate. They were a bunch of knuckleheads.
"Did you get hurt?" Syrin looked at Gwen and the she-wolf shook her head.
"I'm fine," She sported a tiny smile for her brother and scanned around the still shocked faces of everyone, the incident five hours ago was still fresh on their minds and strike their bones whenever they think of the horror.
They, Gwen, Onyx, Seth, Syrin, Ruel, and Logan were locked together in the same space of the smelly, dirty, wet, and rayless cell, having the slightest idea of what happened to the others the minute they were separated.
They let the deafening silence own their mids
