Hannah's POV
I find myself bound in chains, treated like a prisoner. My lips are chapped from dehydration because Sheilah has ordered everyone in the pack to avoid me and provide no assistance until my cleansing is complete. Meanwhile, I'm here, hoping for a hurricane to strike the territory and end everything, including myself, as I am weary.
'Hey.' A voice calls to me weakly, momentarily reminding me that I have a companion, the one who led me into this situation in the first place: Janelle. She's in one of the filthy cells while I'm in the glass one, restrained. This cell is cold, enchanted to prevent any reckless actions.
'Hey.' I respond to Janelle without looking at her, silently wishing for the worst for her in her cell.
'I'm sorry I killed you.'
Her apology strikes me as amusi
