Theo’s POV
I’m in the mood to murder someone. Possibly several someone’s. Leaving me in this cold dungeon all night, naked. I have the towel I had wrapped around my waist at the time, a thin woolen blanket, and one nearly flat pillow.
I would shift to keep warm, but the bars of the cell appear to be infused with silver.
Nobody comes when I shout, demanding to be released. Are there no guards here? Such a pathetic excuse for a werewolf government they have here, where they don’t even have guards watching over the prisoners!
Although I hate to admit to myself that there is little chance of escape from this cell, since I can’t touch the bars. And with no other prisoners anywhere close by that I’m aware of, there is little chance of conspiracy. There is nothing inside the cell t
