(Ethan’s POV)
The cell's rough stone floor stung my skin; its cruel frost siphoning whatever little warmth stayed in my body. Every breath I breathed echoed off the damp walls, and the suffocating silence was replaced with the feeble drip of water from a hidden source. My hands sank toward my wrists due to the heavy chains. Days, or maybe weeks, had gone by since Zack's powers had overpowered Shadow Creek Pack, and now, imprisoned in this darkness, I had only time to think.
I flexed my fingers, feeling the grit where the metal brushed my skin. Though it was less than the anxiety that Zack tried to give me, torment stayed a consistent companion. Still, I couldn't let him break me. I could not let him find Cora.
Long shadowed spots on the floor were made when an entrance squeaked open an
