ANTONELLA’S POV

The night was cold and so, I embraced myself as that was the only way I could shield myself from the cold. My lips began to quiver as well as because of the cold. The dungeon walls were not helping either as it seemed like it aided the cold.

The moon reflected into the space I was and I stood up, realizing the full moon was out. Of course, I was so weak and tired but I gathered the little strength I had left in me to walk closer to the reflection of the moon in my space.

A tear fell from my eyes as I knew I was finally paying for my Father’s crime. I had no idea whom the young man was but everything about him seemed familiar. Father had often returned home with a lot of scents when I was much younger. Scents of the body of his prey. Perhaps, Father had tried to kill him or something?

I silently prayed to the moon goddess within me to help me out f the mess I had gotten myself into. I had left the house simply because I was fed up with all Father was doing and his cruelty. What then had I gotten myself into?

If wishes were horses, a beggar would definitely ride one. If I had the chance to make a wish, it would definitely be to erase all of my past. Erase all Father had done to several people.

Father…. He would definitely have been on the look out for me. No… This wasn’t good. I fluttered my eyes quickly. Even in the cold, beads of perspiration began to form on my face. I was quite worried. I smelt trouble. If Father got to know that I was missing and he began to look for me and eventually found out I had been abducted and locked up in the dungeon by one of the people he had once offended, it would indeed lead to a bloodshed.

I shut my eyes tighter as I prayed to the moon goddess to divert every sort of trouble that might want to develop. I let out a sigh and walked over to the rickety bed that stood at the corner. It looked like it would break if it was touched.

They still had some iota of kindness in them to think it worthy to provide a bed. Father never did such. Our dungeon where criminals were kept was hell on earth. Everything about it was disturbing. I could not imagine what those who had stayed in our pack’s dungeon must have gone through as they breathed their last to transition to the other world.

Salvador….. whoever the stranger was, he reminded me so much of him. I really missed him. A smile formed on my face as his memory clouded my mind. If that was the only consolation I had, if his memories were the only thing that could keep me sane, then I wanted it.

Why was my life not taken in place of his own? I thought within myself as I was always hurt each time I remembered he was no more. I should have consumed the meal just like them and maybe, ended my life.

“Father” I gritted my teeth as I shivered. The beads of sweat had begun to dry off my face as I was already becoming a little balanced. Maybe Father’s death would mean nothing to me after all. He was the reason why I was in so much mess. Sooner or later, nemesis would catch up with him and no matter how sad I felt, it would still happen. After all, I could not pay for all his sins after losing my life.

Freya. She was his backbone and support and I knew for a fact that she was the drive behind the whole thing. She must have helped Father achieve his plan but why could she have done that?

I stood up again as I could not sleep. I began to pace in the room, still embracing myself as I hoped to generate some heat to make me feel warm. At that moment, I realized I still never knew why Father had killed Salvador and his family. I had no idea why Father had been so cruel to them.

He did not come for the pack neither did he come for gifts or anything of such nature nor I never heard him mention them ever again. Why then had he killed them?

My eyelids became heavy and it felt like a part of my brain had begun to shut down. I could not think anymore. I was way beyond exhausted. Once again, I walked back to the old bed, laying on it and praying to the moon goddess to help me sleep safe. I had never imagined sleeping in such a filthy place. I had never imagined spending a minute in that eyesore.

My wolf was unusually quiet at that time of the night but I could sense her shiver. Poor thing. Maybe we should not have left the palace but what can we do? We cannot change what ad already happened. We definitely had no choice but to pray to be set free.

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The warmness of the sun seeping into my porcelain white skin gave me a natural reminder that it was morning. The early morning sun shone brightly on my face like it was directed to me. I fluttered my eyes open, looking around in shock but then, I remembered. I remembered all that had happened the previous night.

It was not a dream?

I was disappointed to say the least. I wished it was nothing but a dream but there I was, still locked in the dungeon. My head ached, so did my neck and the other part of my body. I had never slept in such a place and even though I was grateful that I was able to hae a place to spend the night, I was not comfortable.

I held my head and then, began to wipe off the dirt that had held on to my body from the bed.

“Antonella!” A voice yelled, making me so shocked. Who was that?