Life inside the pit seemed disturbingly well-established—a testament to the countless cycles of life and death that had already played out within its walls.
Though all the prisoners were children below a certain age, they had developed a rigid hierarchy, with the older ones assuming roles as their leaders.
Each child had been assigned a specific "job" based on their abilities and skills, ensuring the delicate system they had created could function smoothly. It was a grimly efficient routine designed to occupy their time and maintain order in the oppressive confines of the prison.
"We have a few alphas here," Laesh said, helping Rhaegar sit up and offering him a small cup of water. It had been two days since he woke up in the pit, but still needed help to move around. "But they're still unshifted, so their rivalry hasn't kicked in yet. They won't let us shift, you know."
