VIOLET
Finding Amara proved to be a challenge. The pack house was majestic and had many chambers in it. I snuck through the hallways, trying to stay in the shadows, against the walls, dodging guards while masking my scent so as to not attract unwanted attention.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally reached her door, only to find it locked. My hand turned into a small dark cloud, reaching for the hole in the doorknob and successfully prying it open.
The room was dark, a pair of orbs looking straight at me.
“What are you doing here?” Amara whispered, concern and exhaustion laced in her voice. A rattling sound echoed in the room, clear indication she was tied by heavy chains. As I approached her and touched the bracelets on her wrists, I could scent the acidic smell on them.
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