JASMINE'S POV
I looked around the cell that I had been locked in and hurdled my feet closer to myself.
It was dark and cold,cold, and I could hear some mice running around.
I had never lived in a dungeon back home in our pack, but the living experience was hardly different from whatfrom what it was here.
The woman whowho had taken hold of her arm had dragged her right into the dungeon and pushed her in.
She had seen hate in her eyes——the hate that everyone else had had when she turned to them—but for her, it was worse.
"Princess." She had said: "You would wish you were dead once I'm through with you."
I had heard what she had said my father had done to me.
In fact, she had made it clear.
"Your father killed my family."
I had felt pity for her.
I could still see the pain in her eyes, and for that, it made me want to tell her how much I was sorry.
