Dylan
Death and blood were all around us from the moment we found this gods forsaken hell that Rogan had hidden so plainly in the pack lands, that I was almost sure I would vomit any minute now.
Thankfully Rae had been able to help me not only work through the horrible sights and smells, but she had helped me stay focused as one shock after the other hit me.
Walking through the row of cells had felt like walking through some kind of f*cked up dog pound or at least what I had pictured one would look like if we were in the human world.
Nothing had shocked me as much as when Micah had used the last of his magic to open the door to one of the two cell doors that were hidden down here.
The smell that hit my nostrils was both sickening and infuriating. We took in the small cell quickly, but it was hard to miss the emaciated body that was hanging limply from the chains.
