Chapter 12 Arranged Survival

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• A week has passed since I was thrown into this cell and left to rot like a rat. The guards always brought food for us once a day, which didn't look appetizing enough, so I didn't end up eating. This has made my wolf lose plenty of energy, and she would need more than the little grain given to us to regain the energy lost.
• I had cried myself to sleep so much that tears had run dry in my tear ducts, yet that didn't stop me from crying.