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I gave him a scornful look but he still guided me to the stairs and out of the metal door where I startlingly saw Phillius who is already waiting for me to get out of the dungeon. The door of the dungeon is in the middle of the garden like a secret passage which automatically opens when I press a button on the side of it. It cannot be seen clearly by humans because the metal door is covered with artificial grass that hides it from plain sight. But for the werewolves, this dungeon is not a secret to any of them because I am sure they clearly smell the awful stink down of it and I wonder how many Faes Phillius had captured to torture down that horrible place.

I had never been in this dungeon before, but I didn’t like how gross it smelled. I noticed mold growing in the corners of the concrete walls and mildew forming on the concrete grounds. It was grey and gloomy with very little light. Only a small window on the top of the dungeon wall provided a little bit of natural light. But for the most part, the entire dungeon was lit by only a couple of lights that were hung on the walls. “It looks so depressing in here,” I said, looking around. “It’s a dungeon, Lila. It’s not supposed to be pretty,” Enzo told me.

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the servant said as she shook in fear. They went to the room and Dante opened the door. On the floor was Yedam and Paula. Dracaryx entered the room and touched Paula's throat. There was no pulse, on the side of her neck were too puncture holes, her skin was pale like she had been drained of blood. There were also hand prints on her neck which indicated that a struggle had taken place.

Anne standing up from her seat walked towards Evelyn before pulling her in for a tight warm hug which Evelyn reciprocated, however to her wildest expectation as soon as her warm body collided with Anne's her eyesight blurred its vision as she felt the cafeteria scenery morphing into a different scenery, one that was dark and frightening. With a trembling body she found herself in a small dungeon with little lights but the one streaming through the small barred windows to illuminate the dark surroundings, it was cold, unusually cold, with little droplets of water dropping through the hard rocky ceilings, albeit the dungeon was dark it nonetheless did little to nothing in masking the sight of

I inhaled deeply, and I don't sense Dearil anywhere near the vicinity, but if I got trapped in the dungeon, I would be stuck until he got back. I stepped cautiously towards the dungeon, my sense alert for any trap on active, and when I stepped inside, Ares's scent thickened in the air, indicating that he was somewhere in the room. Everything was perfectly still, and that put me more on edge than I already was. I was so horny that if I saw Dearil, I was probably going to jump his bones even though I hated him. His pheromones were so heady that they turned me into mush when all I wanted was to cut his head off his body.

It would be the ultimate blow that would ultimately drive him away from the pack, leaving Klaus to take the rein. “My big mouth almost ruined everything,” I muttered as I slid against the squalid floor. The dungeon seemed to get worse every time I glanced around. The walls were so shabby that I wondered if it had ever been washed. The ceiling, once white and sparkling, was the color of the dirty floor. Dark brown. Cobwebs littered around the corners of the wall made the dungeon seem like a haunted, abandoned attic walls. It was quite easy for anyone locked in this desolate place for a long period of time to lose their mind. Little wonder it was one of Axel’s weapon to rule the pack.

VIOLET’S POV Dark. That was all the dungeon was. Not just dark like night… but dark like the world had forgotten this place existed. The air smelled damp and old, like rust and rot clinging to stone that never saw the sun. My stomach hurts. Bad. Hunger sat heavy inside me, sharp and hollow at the same time. It twisted with every shallow breath I took. Sophie and Zoey had sneaked me food earlier, careful and quick, their eyes darting like hunted animals.

But Selene looks at me in shock. "What? No! Do you have any idea how mad Ty will be with me if I let you go? No. absolutely Not." "Too bad, I'm doing it," I say as I grab the tray and begin to walk out. "Em!" "Thank you, Mrs. Slate!" the girls say getting a warning look from Selene. I chuckle, nodding my head as I make my way toward the dungeon. I've heard of dungeons being kept in mediocre states. The pungent smell of pee and excrement made the smell thick and heavy inside, but purs was nothing like that.

“It’s already getting colder.” Time here seems to go by really slow, the same as my potion making lessons. I have been going at it nonstop this past week and keep making the same mistakes. It is difficult to know if I am exceptionally bad at it when my point of comparison is the almost perfect Lada. Thankfully, today another elf returned from a 50-year trip to the northern region with an extremely rare grimoire and the Mothers did not want to wait a second to decipher it, which gave me a deserved day off.