Raven POV
I don’t know how long I’ve been here anymore. The days blur together, each one identical to the last.
We are given stale bread three times per day and only allowed to bathe thrice a week.
There is no sunlight, no warmth, just cold stone and the scent of decay.
I’ve lost weight. A lot of it. My petite figure is now leaner and weaker. I chopped my hair off in a desperate attempt to regain some control.
In the beginning, I tried keeping track of time, scratching lines into the wall with a dull knife I found in the corner of my cell. I think I lasted three days before I lost count.
Ara, my wolf, has been silent for days.
I should be expecting my third loaf of stale bread for the day, but instead, the scent that drifts toward me makes my mouth water. Steak.
Rich, seasoned ste
