I had never felt anything as chilly as the dungeon.

The magic was more important than the walls or the absence of a fire.

A unique salt that drained the energy from anyone possessing a wolf spirit was used to paint the walls.

With iron shackles on my wrists that felt too heavy, I sat in the corner of my small cage.

I spent days there, but this was different.

Outside the door, I could hear the guards conversing.

They played cards and were usually quiet and bored.

But now they were ...