Warning. This chapter mentions suicide and may prove triggering for some. Please do not read if this might prove triggering to you.
Sarah POV
How long have I been in this dungeon for? I’ve lost track of time. The days blend into one another and it’s not like there’s a calendar to keep track of the days, let alone what month it is. The guards still don’t speak to me. My wolf won’t speak to me. In fact, I’m not even sure these days if I even have one. Repeated attempts to talk to her go unanswered. I know I’ve not been given wolfsbane, because it would harm the baby. This is my wolf sulking, not liking that we are confined to a small space and unable to go for runs and be free. She blames me for everything. Blames me for us being in this whole mess.
I rubbed my stomach. It has gotten bi
