*Starblood Pack – Dungeon, Deep Night*

 Lesley sat with her back to the wall, her silver chains still wrapped tight around her wrists. The metal had rubbed her skin raw over weeks of captivity.

 Above her, she could just barely hear distant sounds of the pack—guards exchanging shifts, the faint creak of gates. But down here, the world was small. Small enough that her memories and her hate could take up all the space they wanted.

 She stared at the ceiling, whispering under her breath. ...