JASMINE’S POV
I looked around the cell that I had been locked in and hurdled my feet closer to myself.
It was dark and cold, and I could hear so mice running around.
I had never lived in a dungeon back ho in our pack, but the living experience was hardly different from what it was like here.
The woman who had taken hold of her arm had dragged her right into the dungeon and pushed her in.
She had seen hate in her eyes——the hate that everyone else had had when she turned to them—but for her, it was worse.
"Princess." She had said: "You would wish you were dead once I’m through with you."
I had heard what she had said my father had done to .
She had made it clear.
"Your father killed my family."
I had felt pity for her.
I could still see the pain in her eyes, and for that, it made want to tell her how much I was sorry.
But saying sorry did nothing. It was not even the least bit enough.
I learned that when I told Luna Maria that I was sorry for the loss of her son.
For the woman before , saying sorry would only infuriate her, so I said nothing.
Then, eventually, she left.
Two guards, who had been standing watch, just looked at .
Hate was in their eyes.
They knew who I was.
And for that, they hated , even though they did not know who I was.
"I’m glad that Alpha Xaden defeated Bale." One of the guards said, "At least we would find so justice."
"He would have killed him, but I heard Bale run to the wolf council, begging for an accord." The other replied. "So, he had to agree and bring this thing here."
I said nothing to their reference to .
In their eyes, I was just a thing.
"In the next moon, I would join Alpha Xaden’s army to fight. Even if I die." The first said:
"So would I." The other said this while looking at . "And I would take part in murdering their entire bloodline."
And it dawned on that these people had sentenced .
Nothing I would ever do would ever make a difference. My fate had been decided even before I was born for who I was.
They hated and would die even to kill my family.
I said nothing and laid my head against the wall.
Then I felt a pain that had been reoccurring and touched my side.
Then, I noticed that I had been stabled on the side.
Where did this even co from? I couldn’t recall.
Then, I instantly rembered that when I had been taken captive, the rogue wolf had mistakenly sliced through .
I had ignored it and imagined it was just a simple cut.
But looking at my bleeding side,
I realized it was more.
If I didn’t do sothing about it, I would die.
I went up to the door and knocked.
"Hello," I said. "Please, I’ve been injured. I would appreciate it if I could get so water."
They ignored and pretended like they didn’t hear .
"Please," I begged. "My wound could be infected, and I could die."
"Then die." Ca the only response I was given.
"At least that would do us better." The other said.
Then they turned around and ignored .
I turned away, weak to the bones, and sat back down on the cold floor.
A few hours later, a young girl, probably around thirteen or fourteen, entered the cell.
"What’s that?" one of the guards asked.
She was holding a tray of sothing I could not see.
"Food for the prisoner." The girl replied.
The guard frowned at her. "Why is she being served? She should starve to death."
"Go!" the second guard said. A dangerous enemy does not need food."
"It was my order." Ca the response. "They ca from Alpha Xaden himself."
I knew why Xaden was giving food. It was because he didn’t want to die.
He wanted to live through the entire punishnt he had ready for .
The guard grunted. "Fine. The dog is in there."
The girl proceeded to walk ahead, but they stopped her.
"Hold on a minute." One of the guards said,
Then he rummaged through the tray and picked out so cheese. "A dog does not need an extra delicacy," he said.
And then he popped it into his mouth.
The other guard complained.
"What about ?" He asked, annoyed, and then fished through the tray’s contents.
He looked at the bread. "Aw, it’s disgusting! It’s got a mole in it! It looks like food for a dog."
"It tastes like food for a dog, " the first guard said as he ate the cheese.
"Go." The second guard sighed, and the girl left and approached .
She bent down, and I could see the fear in her eyes, and I felt weak.
This little child, too, was scared of .
She said nothing as she took out the cup of water, dropped it on the floor for , and, finally, the bread.
I smiled at her. "Thank you."
She looked shocked at first, and then she quickly withdrew.
"Hey, no talking to that dog!" One of the guards ordered, and I jumped in fright.
She said nothing, and she gathered the tray and quickly left.
I drank so water and then used it to clean up my wound.
I tore a piece of my dress and used it to wrap the side of my tummy where I had been cut to stop the bleeding.
Then I fell to the floor, crossed my legs, and resud eating the bread.
It was small and had so green moles inside.
I picked it out and ate it up. It was food, and I was still grateful for it.
Once I had finished my al, I thanked the goddess and lay down on the cold floor to rest.
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