JASMINE'S POV
I looked around the cell that I had been locked in and hurdled my feet closer to myself.
It was dark and cold and I could hear some mice running around.
I had never lived in a dungeon back home in our pack, but the living experience was hardly different from it was here.
The woman that had taken hold of her arm had dragged her right into the dungeon and pushed her in.
She had seen hate in her eyes, the hate that everyone else had had when she had turned to them, but for her it was worse.
"Princess." She had said. "You would wish you were dead once I'm through with you."
I had heard what she had said my father had done to me.
In fact she had made it clear.
"Your father killed my family."
I had felt pity for her.
I could still see the pain in her eyes and for that it made me want to tell her how much I was sorry.
But saying sorry did nothing. It was not even the least bit enough.
