Chapter 15: Imprisoned

Florence

I slowly opened my eyes. Groaning, I sat down still feeling lightheaded. I shut my eyes for a moment, adjusting to the sudden dizziness. My back is sore from lying on the cold floor.

“F*ck” I swear.

When I felt a little better, I looked around. My brows furrowed instantly when I was met by lines of prison cells, and lamps placed on the wall built in rough stones. Bones, broken stones, rusted chains, and ashes are in some jail cells.

There was only one thing that crossed my mind. Dungeon. I was in a dungeon.

It was common for packs to have dungeons where most criminals or werewolves that go against the law were detained. However, the place I was in was much larger. I would know after being inside a lot of prison cells and dungeons. Of course, being a spy for a long time doesn't mean I was invisible all the time. When I was embodying a different identity, there were people who wanted me to stay with them, and adjusting to every such unprecedented event sometimes just mes