Seraphina’s POV

The confinement cell was damp and freezing, the air thick with the sour smell of decay. Every breath felt rotten.

The werewolves didn’t even bother to torture me. That, somehow, was the cruelest part. They brought me food. A roof over my head. A bed that barely passed for comfort in a place like this. Their so-called kindness only fueled my disgust. If their plan was to tear open my skull and see what secrets I carried, why pretend to care? Why hide their intentions ...