~ALTHEA
I laid on the cold and filthy ground.
My stomach rumbled with hunger and I felt too weak to cry about it. All I could do was press it hard to try to suppress the pain.
One would think that I had gotten used to the smell by now but it only kept getting worse every day.
It had been days since the Lycans ordered that I be thrown in the dungeon. They had never once come to visit me. It was just as Cynthia had said, they had forgotten all about me. It was as if their obsession with me had ended like a teenage fling.
I looked around the filthy cell. There was only one window which was situated to my right. It hardly let light in due to how small it was.
There had been nights when I had scratched relentlessly at the walls as the solitude and darkness were driving me crazy. Although,
