Chapter 9

Pulled into the afternoon sun, I can't help but smile despite my circumstances as I feel its warmth on my skin. All I've had is a tiny dungeon window for weeks. I can handle the cold, the rats, and the stench, but the loss of the light, that was something else.

Looking around, I see the Blood Moon men are all packed up and ready to go. I seem to be the last of their luggage, or at least that's how Chad treats me. He ushers me to a van at the back of the convoy and opens the rear doors.

Five familiar faces look out at me, blinking from the sudden change in light. Chad shoves me inside roughly before slamming me into an open seat at the end of the left bench nearest the door before slapping chains around my wrists and securing me in place.

I try to take in my surroundings while I still can. It reminds me of a prison transport van from a movie. There are bench-style seats against each side with chains welded to the floor. There's no access to the cab from the back beyond a small window w