Teresa

Aside from the constant reminder of my lost wolf, I’d have assumed I was living fine. My eyes were fully healed, and I knew it was four days, because I was counting the rotation of the dumb guards.

Once they made a switch, the new ones would unlock the iron door and glance at me like I was an animal they must ensure never escaped.

The luna, on the other hand, didn’t stop visiting. Each time, she brought more food and herbs, making me take the ones that I’d refuse to take ...