Chapter 253

Brett's Perspective This damn place was boring enough to drive you insane. No windows. No sunrise or sunset to mark the day. Just that godawful, sickly-white fluorescent light overhead, buzzing twenty-four seven. Time had turned into a thick, congealed glue, crawling forward. No phone, no computer, no games, not even a tattered magazine. Just four walls of bare, dark green paint, a hard bunk, a stainless-steel toilet, and… Luka. Luka was mostly silent. He’d either curl up in his corner with his eyes closed, or lean against the wall, staring into the empty space across from him with a hollow look, lost in thoughts I couldn’t guess. I’d tried asking him more about this place, about the men who caught us, about how a werewolf survives in a hole like this. At first, he’d grunt a few dismissive answers. Later, he wouldn’t even bother opening his eyes, just a low, irritated rumble from his throat: "Save your breath, pup. You’ll need it." He wasn’t a model ‘cellmate’