Chapter 13

Cold crept through the dungeon, seeping into Isla's bone. Her eyes opened, trying to adjust to the low light that barely illuminated the dark room she was held in. The thick scent of mildew and rusting metal assaulted her nostrils, making her scrunch her face. The rough stones beneath her dug into her skin. She tried to adjust herself but that only put her in a more uncomfortable position. Her wrists were infected from the shackles biting into them. Her wolf was too weak to heal her.

Letting out a shaky breath,she tried to calm down the erratic pounding of her heart in chest. She could feel blood rushing to her head.

*What was that dream…?*