Willow's POV

The cold stone walls of the dungeon pressed against me, the chill seeping into my bones, but it wasn’t the cold that made me tremble. It was the heavy silence, the sound of my own breath in the dark, the muted cries of my children that echoed through the thick air. Daniel and Ella were restless, and their soft sobs were like a dull ache in my chest. They hadn’t eaten before we had been taken, their stomachs empty and their spirits drained.

I could feel their hunger gnawing at ...