When Genevieve's eyes flickered she found herself surrounded by nothing but darkness? Is this hell? Is she dead? She wondered. Things came into focus and she realised that she was in a cell, not too different from the ones that her pack had modelled, except these seemed sturdier.
"Looking for a way out"? An unfamiliar voice called out, gaining her attention.
"You!" She snarled as she stared directly at the killer of her husband. She jolted towards the bars and was about to shake it when something stung. "Ahh"! She looked at the blisters in her hand that ate her skin. "I thought Crescentile's didn't use wolfsbane," she winced in pain.
"No, but you do. It's only fair you get it" Ashton replied.
"You wanna talk about fair"? She screamed. "You murdered my husband in front of me! You dare talk about fair".
"I didn't intend to" Ashton admitted.
