A few wolves had “accidentally” kicked my cage on their way out. My whole body was sore from being trapped in the tiny cage that had probably once been used for a bird.

The throne room was empty, except for me, huddled in my tiny cage, my jaw sore from the gag prying my mouth open. Finally, tears threatened to fall not long after everyone had left.

I had never felt so alone, but then desperately wished to be once again when Amanda returned, a victorious smirk on ...