#Chapter 71: The Moonwolves

Elara The cold seeped through the stone walls and into my bones, settling there like frostbite. My wrists ached from the weight of the icy iron chains, and the rough edges of the metal dug into the skin just enough to keep me from forgetting that they were there. I could barely lift my head, but even through the haze, I knew one thing. I wasn’t alone in this dungeon. The soft shuffling of feet echoed faintly in the darkness, barely more than a whisper and yet it echoed in the cavernous space. I strained to see in the dark, blinking against the shadows, but nothing revealed itself. Only the flickering hum of a single lamp hanging far above me, swinging slightly as if someone had passed beneath it not long ago. I tugged at the chains again, the faint rattle clanging through the silence. “Hello?” My voice was hoarse, my throat cracked and dry like I hadn’t had water in days. “Is someone—” “They don’t answer.” The voice came from the cell next to mine. Soft and wea