The chains were too tight. Rusty metal dug into my wrists and ankles, the metal freezing against my skin, chafing raw wounds with every step the guards forced me to take. My legs barely held me up, my body weak from days in the cold, damp prison. The stone floor beneath my feet was unforgiving, scraping against my soles as I was dragged forward.
I have been in that prison for many days, I can't even count, and with pain and suffering.
My heart pounded a wild drum against my ribs. I knew where they were taking me.
The pack's hall loomed ahead, its wooden doors thrown open like the maw of some great beast waiting to swallow me whole. The flickering glow of the fire inside cast monstrous shadows along the walls, twisting the eager faces of the whole pack into something even uglier than
