Angela's POV:
As I shivered in the cellar's frigid air, the damp walls seemed to close in around me, their musty scent filling my nostrils. The single flickering torch cast eerie shadows on the uneven floor, making me feel like I was trapped in a living nightmare. I could hear the sound of dripping water somewhere in the distance, its steady rhythm echoing off the cold stone. My breath formed faint clouds in the chilling air, and the relentless cold numbed my limbs, making my skin feel like ice.
Varek, the rogue wolf guarding me, was another problem. His eyes were like two piercing embers, burning with a hunger that made my skin crawl. His gaze lingered on every movement I made, making me feel like a prey trapped in his sight. I could almost feel his gaze like a tangible force, crawling
