“What did they want?” Molly asked in a hushed tone as she crawled over to me the moment a guard had pushed me back into my prison.“I was taken to a room….”“Was it all made of metal?” Tyla quizzed, looking like she already knew the answer.“Yes”. I nodded in response. “Even the chair was rock hard steel”. “Well, that would be known as the torture room. The last place you want to be taken to”. “What do they do to you in there?” I pressed, as I looked around at them all. But apart from Tyla, they all remained quiet and sheepish.“Well, what happened to you? Though from what I can see, it doesn’t look like you have a scratch on you”. She observed with a suspicious squint in her eyes, like I had something to hide.“Marco came in. He didn’t hurt me, but he made it tremendously clear what he did want to do to me”. “What do you mean by that?” She shrugged, still holding her wary expression.“He was practically on top of me, breathing all over my face and told me that he’s going to consid

“So, what should we do now?” Toby asked as we glumly sat around the cell. It had been two days since any of us had been picked to work outside or in the palace, and the enthusiasm we had was starting to diminish.Toby had returned from his last chore telling us that he’d only been taken to the other end of our building to muck out the waste holes that were starting to block. He had the most furious look on his face when he came back. The only thing he could tell us was that there weren’t many guards inside the building, and they only seemed to enter when they were choosing their next workers.“What if one of you makes enough racket for them to come into the cell?” I said aloud as the risky plan came into my mind. “And I attack… there would be no more than two, as long as I’m quick enough, I think I can handle it”. “You’re going to take on two guards, and then

Since the news about the wall yesterday, we had all been rather quiet, lost in our own thoughts and doubts. When I was taken to the kitchen today to clean, I caught a glimpse of all the bricks and tools, and the captives that were starting the first layer, being watched closely by Marco’s men. I was seething inside at the wave of barriers between us and our freedom…. Prison bars, guards, the open field, the men patrolling those grounds and now that damn wall! Time would be ticking each day that wall got bigger and higher, not that I could really see us making it all the way there alive, with just me fighting our way through with the only few lessons of training I had, and although the Sun pack’s guards were skilled, I needed to be better! I needed to be able to floor them without breaking a sweat to then go against an alpha! But not once did I manage to take any of our guards down during our lessons. We solemnly ate our dinner, sitting on the floor in a circle, huddled over the small

I had been left in the room for some hours, noticing the dryness of my mouth and the increasing hunger in my stomach. With the cloth still covering my eyes, and no windows in the room, I had no idea if it was day or night, morning or afternoon. I had no clue as to how long I’d been sitting here, dozing in and out of sleep, but the numbness of my bottom and my bladder full to the brim, I sensed it had been some time. I chortled to myself as I reminisced attacking the guards, tearing at their skin just the way they had done to me. I don’t know if I attacked in hopes we’d actually make it out of the pack lands, or if it was more about revenge. The way they subjected me to such wretched punishment, over one plate! I still couldn’t grasp the absurdity of it…. Knowing they had the power to subject us to whatever they wanted and abusing it. Was it not enough that they made us live like criminals, and barely gave us enough food to sustain our hunger? They ripped our homes away, treated us lik

An hour passed and then another, and another. I held each file and pushed it through the shredder, feeling disappointed and saddened with each one I destroyed. It just felt like another part of our old pack was disappearing into the wind, unable to hold onto a fragment of what was left of it. There would be nothing of us now…. Nothing for our future kin to know of our history, our loved ones, or even our names, we would long be forgotten, our future generations will never know who we were and that WE were the clan of the Sun wolves, our ancestors ruled these lands for hundreds of years.I sat on the floor completely mute as Marco sifted through his own work, writing things down and ordering his guards to make sure that certain sealed envelopes were delivered to the right places. It peeked my curiosity to who those letters were for and what information they contained. Each time a guard came in and left, I was so tempted to jump on them and tear the envelope out of their hands, just lon