The dungeons beneath the pack hall never slept.

Even at midnight, even in the deepest hour when the whole pack was quiet and the moon had taken over the sky, it still wasn't.

The stone walls were too cold for comfort, and the Chains made noises with every smallest movement. Distant drips echoed like heartbeats that never quite found a rhythm.

Ivy sat against the iron bars of her cell, her knees drawn to her chest, arms locked tightly around them as though she could fold herself into ...