Scarlett

The metallic smell of the blood was getting on my nerves. The dungeons were fucking worst thing that one would see in the Lycan’s kingdom. Everything else was so pretty but the cells were the epitome of the living hell.

All the guards and the torturers couldn’t muster the courage to look my mom or me in the eye. They knew what they were doing and they were very well aware of their wrongdoings.

As we walked toward the cell, all of the prisoners bowed to us and my ...