NORA
I sat on the cold stone floor of my dungeon cell, my stomach growling with hunger. I had been locked up for what felt like days, with no food or water. My throat was parched, and my body weak. I regretted running away from the Freyer’s pack house. I thought I could escape and find a better life for myself, but now, I wished I had stayed. At least I had food and shelter there.
My eyes wandered around the dimly lit cell, and I wondered why I had not taken a look at it since I had been locked up here.
The dungeon cell was a small, damp and musty room with stone walls that were covered in dirt and grime. The air was thick with the scent of mold and decay, and I could hear the scurrying of rats in the corners. A small window high up on the wall allowed a meager amount of light to filter
