Lucy's POV
When you got used to living in a nightmare, it was important to have things that anchored you to hope—the belief that one day, things would change.
Hope.
I cleaned the dishes left behind in the kitchen, carefully using the soapy sponge to scrub off the dried food residue on the plate.
Settling into the role had been a little too easy for me, but it gave me something to think about and focus on.
After I finished washing the stack of plates given to me by the kitchen head, who was just a member of the Shadow Howl that had been given the position, I dried off my hands and stepped outside to get a little air. Of course, I could feel eyes watching me as I moved. We were always watched.
Somehow, the enemies had found a way to keep us on a supply of Wolfsbane, which greatly reduced our werewolf capabilities. If we weren't being poisoned, we were chained down with silver and locked in a place with no light, food, or water. But the latter was the more severe fate given to those
