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Aurora I can no longer tell day from night; I just know the light never come on. I’m in a cell of sorts with thick metal walls, only a few feet wide in each direction, enough to stick my arms out and tough my fingertips on either wall. When I sleep, I curl into a ball on the floor, my back pressed against a corner, and I watch the solid door, waiting to see if maybe today it will open. Xander hasn’t come by. I don’t know what I expected, or what will happen to me, but even weak and depleted, I can still smell Luke’s scent sometimes. It gives my wolf hope, and it heals my hurt heart. If this is all I have, then I guess I will have to suffice. I run my hands over my scalp, missing the feeling of my long, clean hair. At some point when I was brough here, it was cut short, into a mere stu