Sienna’s POV

~CELL, DARKMOON PACK~

The floor was so cold that it was draining the little warmness that I felt in my body system. My body hurts, each lash from the man earlier went deep into my skin, the sting not leaving my soul. The air in the cell smelled of sweat and blood—my blood.

I didn’t know how long I had been lying on this cold floor, drifting in and out of consciousness, my body too weak to move. Hunger awakes inside of me which makes ...