Emily’s POVThe guard threw me into the dungeon and I heard the door slam shut with a bang as the heavy steel bar slammed into place behind my back. I was alone in the darkness for the first time in days. It was an unappealing, dank room that smelled like urine and sweat and fear.Everything was pitch black.“Please let me out of here” I turned immediately banging at the door . The bars were thick metal bolted together, but it was no use - they wouldn’t budge. They couldn’t be more secure anywhere else. “Let me go! Let me go… please!”My voice grew louder and my heart pounded in my chest as I banged frantically against my cage. It echoed around in my head making my headache worse. “Why… why are you doing this to me?” I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. My throat tightened and my breath became shaky. I tried not to cry. But I couldn’t help myself. “Let me out…” I whimpered and sobbed quietly. Nothing, the only thing I got in return was the echo of my voice running t

Luka’s POVThe pack doctor came out of her room looking so sad and it made me wonder if something bad had happened to Emily. Something worse than what I had done to her. Was she dead? No, she was still alive and breathing which meant whatever had happened hadn’t been that fatal…Right? “How is she?” I asked him immediately - I commanded him. He knew how serious my question was. “She looks awful… not awake yet but she will be fine,” he said sympathetically and his expression reminded me of weakness and it made sense now why I hated some of them sometimes because their faces were so expressive they looked like they had hearts. I didn't have a heart, it died a long time ago.It died when she died. I wasn't supposed to think about her I quickly reminded myself and pushed the thought far.I was about to leave him and return to her room, knowing fully well that Alfred will take care of the rest.“Your majesty?” the doctor called out suddenly.I turned around. The doctor was frowning at

Emily's POVThe light seemed too bright and my eyes were almost tearing up. My head felt like I had been run over by a truck and it hurt as though I was being hit in the back of the head with a brick. The air stung at my lungs when I tried to inhale. I tried to breathe deep but the only thing that came out was an agonized gasp, followed by more coughing which made my throat burn and ache even more painfully.I gasped again and then I finally managed to clear my throat so that the coughs didn’t sound quite as painful or like they were trying to strangle me anymore. I looked up into the sun above me and squinted because I couldn’t really see anything.When my eyes finally adjusted, I realized I was in a familiar room.“Are you alright my dear?” A man was beside me, he looked and sounded so familiar and yet I couldn't place where I saw or knew him from.I nodded and as I struggled to sit up, he helped me, putting a pillow behind me so I could be comfortable.I looked around again wonde

Emily’s POVThe next day, it was as if nothing ever happened, like he didn't come to my room and I didn't see that tiny crack. He was nervous, he didn't seem to have it together like I had imagined or maybe it was just all in my head.He was back to being cold and when he came to my room, he stood at the farthest end as if I repulsed him with the mere sight of me. I wondered how much longer this would last before he left again. Would things ever get better? I didn't know why it bothered me. Maybe it was because my wolf wanted to get lost in his scent, I couldn't really tell.It was a foreign feeling. A weird, uncomfortable one that didn’t make any sense. I didn't understand why I felt so conflicted about him. There were many reasons but none of them felt right. It made me uneasy to think about it more. I decided not to dwell on it too much for now. I wasn't going to let my wolf win even though she had always been there for me and I knew she wouldn't leave now, not until we got everyth

Emily’s POVI was tired, exhausted, drained, depressed . The air felt so dry that the sun’s glare almost hurt my eyes and I wanted to sink back into the plush carpeting of my bed for a nap. I had forgotten what the air outside felt like, I was stuck in my room, locked up like a prisoner, I was a prisoner.I didn’t want to be locked up in my room. No matter how many times I begged, it never changed, “I will talk to the king on your behalf.” That was the same bullshit Claire had been saying for almost a week now or more, I had lost count but there was still no positive change.Maybe she was just as tired and defeated as I was, maybe she knew that the King would never let me out.“Claire please, just please let me out. I promise I won't try to run away again, I will obey all of your rules, all of his majesty's rules but please just let me out I beg you”, tears were welling up in my eyes, pleading with her, I couldn’t hold back any longer, I couldn’t take much more, “Please, please, I am