7. Mireille

I have never tried to eavesdrop so hard in my life. As a child it was discouraged. Especially underground in the confines of the Light’s bunker. Everyone still did it.

Now I’m pressing my head as close to the silver bars as I dare, hungrily trying to catch any snippets. My hulk of a guard remains stoic and silent. It is impossible to tell how long I have been down here thanks to the lights never dimming but I’ve had two huge sleeps. So who knows.

“I can’t move you know,” I growl at my keeper, knowing he will do nothing. “This is the start of my body failing!”

My thinking is fuzzier. Logic, harder to come by. The only thing cutting through the haze is my guard's rosemary scent which just makes my heart ache for home. When the corridor outside of my cell starts to echo with the whoops of triumph I struggle to my feet, quickly dizzy with the exertion.

In strides Alpha Raze. He has ditched his leathers and now sports a long, black fur coat, his blonde hair poking out from under a furry