Chapter sixty

Amber’s pov

I woke up in a dungeon, it was dark and it smelled like blood and herbs. My eyes were still heavy send and my head was throbbing. All I remember is finding Charlotte and taking Charlotte to her pack, when I felt something hit me in the back of the head. I could see two other figures in the cells next to me. This wasn’t like the cells at the Sage Mountain pack or like the ones at our prison. These were cells with iron bars, to make sure you couldn’t touch them. There was a stone bench and a hole in the ground, I guess that was supposed to be the toilet. I walked closer to the cell to my left and saw it was Charlotte. She still seemed in shock, sitting with her legs up and rocking back and forth.

Softly whispering, “it’s my fault, it’s my fault."

I tried to talk to her, I reached my arm through the bars and felt the iron burn my skin. But not even my touch made an impact. I walked to cell on my right and peaked through the bars. A small women with short hair was sleeping