Back in the present situation of Amira…
The warehouse’s dungeon surely felt cold as I was dragged back to my makeshift cell. My heart pounded, with each beat reminding me of everything I had lost and everything that was at stake ever since I was captured by the alpha king of Demontail Pack.
The guards shoved me roughly into the dimly lit dungeon, and I stumbled, falling to my knees on the cold concrete floor.
“Stay put and don’t ever dare escape,” one of them warned, slamming the door shut behind me. I heard the click of the lock echo through the silence, sealing my fate within these walls.
I pressed my forehead against the ground, breathing in the dust and despair that surrounded me. Daemon’s words replayed in my mind like a haunting melody.
“You’ll become my slave, my favorite sla
