11 His home

Dahlia's POV

Mentally I was slapping myself in the head for opening my big mouth. One thing I am still trying to learn is to think before I just blurt shit out.

Usually I have Alanah to help me curb my speech, but with her basically hibernating to work through the pain she is taking away from me, I spoke out again without thinking first.

Why did I mention the dungeons? I don't want to be in there, suffering in the cold dankness of a concrete room, caged like an animal. Not that I know what his dungeons may be like, but that sure is what ours are like.

Cold, vile places that smell of death and rot. Basically the scent of a rogue stuck inside darkness that will chill you down to your bones.

My heart was racing, I could feel it as it pumped harshly in my chest, slamming into my ribcage at the thought of what my father would have done if the tables were turned.

A female of a high ranking from this pack, crossing our borders, she would stand no chance. He would have either killed her inst