The darkness of our prison seemed to press in on me, heavy and oppressive. I couldn't tell how long we'd been here - hours? Days? Time seemed to blur in this small, damp space. But as my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I noticed something that made my heart leap - Alpha Dwayne was moving more easily, his breathing steadier than before.
"Dwayne?" I whispered, not wanting to alert the guards outside. "Are you feeling better?"
There was a rustling sound as he shifted position. "A bit," he replied, his voice low but stronger than it had been. "The rest has helped, I think."
I felt a rush of relief, quickly followed by a wave of guilt. "Dwayne, I... I'm so sorry," I said, my voice catching. "This is all my fault. If I hadn't suggested that meeting-"
"Stop right there, Rebecca," Dwayne cut me of
