Sarah POV
I feel like I’m slowly going insane. Time passes unbearably slow and there is little to no light in here. My wolf is either constantly talking my ear off or silent. It’s unnerving. Several times I have touched the bars, my skin bubbling and burning, the pain giving me a sick sense of satisfaction, a reminder that I’m still here, that I’m still alive. It feels like I’ve been stuck in this small cell forever, when in reality it’s barely even been weeks. I'm told my father is dead, killed, demanding my freedom. A fresh wave of grief washes over me. I missed him. I had never doubted his love for me and while he had made mistakes, he had always shown me the type of love that was unconditional and the type of caring only a father could show. Stella was gone but that didn’t concern me.
