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In jail. Lisa’s stance. I woke up slowly and tried to move, but I found myself paralyzed by fear. The room was pitch-dark and filled with the stench of death, and the air was filled with screams and the sight of dead bodies. I took a deep breath and realized that I was in an all too familiar situation. I have been here before. ‘We’re here again,’ I heard my wolf’s weak voice. I could feel her sadness. ‘Yes, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I thought too highly of myself, believing I could escape from here.’ ’I’m not blaming you, Lisa.’ ‘I’m at fault. I should have listened to you when you warned me to stay put,’ I admitted. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘It’s okay.’ “You’re awake,” King Alexander said as he walked into the jail. “How does it feel to be back here, little wolf?” I couldn’t respond. I knew w