Clara’s POVAs soon as my knees hit the dungeon floor, an overwhelming sense of dread overtakes me. Not again, I can’t help but think. Please, not again…My body is bound in silver chains, the searing pain unbearable. Every move I make only drives the metal deeper into my skin. I hiss and writhe, looking around my surroundings expectantly. This is still the dungeon, but it’s not the area I was in before. This place is different and worse. It’s darker, more damp, and the screams of other prisoners fill the air. A cold burst of fear rushes through me as a particularly mournful howl rings out. Noting my fear, a guard chuckles coldly. “Not up to your standards, sweetheart?” He mocks, gesturing around. “This is where all the worst werewolves and rogues end up eventually. The ones waiting for execution. It’s where you and the rest of your scum kind belong.” “Execution?” I ask fearfully, trying to grip the bars of the prison only to pull away upon realizing they’re silver, too. His sm
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