Zendaya found herself in a dimly lit, damp cell deep within an underground lair every time she opened her eyes. The air was thick with a musty odour, and the stone walls seemed to close in on her. Her hands were bound with heavy chains, the cold metal biting into her wrists, while her feet were shackled, making even the smallest movement a challenge. The guards who had imprisoned her were ruthless, showing no mercy. They had denied her even a sip of water, and her parched throat burned with thirst.
The cell's tiny, grated window offered no view of the outside world, only a faint glimmer of distant moonlight. Zendaya's spirit remained unbroken, but her body grew weaker with each passing hour. She knew her captors were agents of the malevolent forces that sought to disrupt the balance of power in the supernatural world. Her thoughts raced to her sons, Cassiel and Marcel, and the pack she had sworn to protect. She knew she needed to escape and return to them.
