"Hey! Hey!" A hugely built werewolf tapped his legs but he didn't budge.
"I want to get something from there, move aside!" He tapped him again but he didn't respond.
"Moron!" the werewolf spat and turned away from him.
In the last room in the cell, there were three inmates and one of them was by the corner of the room, away from the other two.
His hand was on his face to block the peeking sunlight as he lay on the stone-cold floor almost like a dead person.
Five days.
Five days since the war between the vampires and the werewolves occurred.
Five days since he was saved by the Princess.
And five days since he had been in this cell.
Ever since the night he was thrown into this cell, Lukel hadn't moved or slept an inch.
He had been so immobile that his inmates had to check if he was still alive or dead.
