I pressed my forehead against the cold window, my breath fogging up the glass. The moon outside was bright, as if mocking me with its freedom.
As if telling me that I am up here, shining my brigh light while you was trappedm back in the pack you had once escaped from, back to Alaric's rule.
I inhaled sharply, letting the air fill my lungs, and moments later I exhaled letting it all out.
Alaric had locked me in his room, its as if nothing but a cruel reminder of his power.
The heavy wooden door had been bolted from the outside, and no amount of pounding or screaming had changed that.
On my first night here, I had torn through the room in a fit of rage, upending the wooden dresser, breaking a chair against the wall.
But Alaric had only laughed when he found the destruction, amusement flickering in his eyes and laughed soame more before he left me here alone again.
