Jordan POV
The walls continually feel like they are closing in on me. I’ve screamed so much that my voice is practically gone now. My fingernails scrabble uselessly at the hard bricks of the well, my nails broken and torn, dirt beneath them. I let out a small whimper, curled up in the smallest ball I could make, shivering violently from the dampness that never seems to fade away. My eyes, thanks to being a shifter, have adjusted to the darkness, but nonetheless have nothing to focus on, besides the walls of the well itself and the throng of moving and wriggling critters on the floor that occasionally shoot across my feet or are daring enough to sprint over my body, causing me to shudder or bite my lip in fear.
What on earth had possessed me to provoke Father in such a way? Rage like I’d
