The inmate.

Gabriella's POV.

I opened my eyes instantly. Someone was coming into the cell.

What I did the most here was sleep. Sleep and hope I'll die while at it. Every time my dreams was plagued with memories of.......of my past.

Of Marcel, of Madame Freya, of my dad. Of everyone who used used matter me until.....until they didn't matter anymore.

Until they were dead. Killed, probably torn to pieces by the men of this pack were I was being held. I tried to drown away the thoughts and memories but they kept coming. Until I stopped.

I slept every time I could and allowed the thoughts ravage me. Sometimes I cried, sometimes I prayed to the moon goddess to help me live so that I could avenge my parents death. But I knew that was impossible, I was alone here, in a dark cell, chained and beaten now and again. There was no hope for me.

The person that had been struggling to get into my cell finally entered. I sat up and looked, the room was dark but I tried to make out the figure of the person......