*Starblood dungeon, deep night*

The dungeon was silent now, the echoes of broken chains and shouts had long faded. The cold bit through her thin clothing, but Lesley barely noticed. The chill made her skin tingle, sharpening her senses. 

Lesley sat on the cold floor, one wrist still marked by the faint redness of silver scars, the other free after snapping the chain the other time.

Her still violet eyes glowed softly in the dark. Her wolf prowled inside her, restless, hungry, its energy ...