Punishment.

Bale.

I never thought this would happen to me– who would have thought a day would come where my own father would poison and lock me up because I had refused to reject my mate?

After all the fuss about 'taking responsibility seriously '

I was awake but I was weak. My wolf was still trying to fight back the poison. I guess the effect was alot stronger than I had thought.

When the heavy iron door of the library slammed shut behind father, its echo raked through the sunken stone chamber. Dust from the old books and shelves twirled directly underneath the only dim light in the large room, escaping through a narrow window – it was the only window in there.

Turned out I was locked in one of the oldest libraries that had been built from centuries and had stayed for decades.

The shelves were filled with ancient scrolls from the top to the bottom and forgotten books of old as the scent of sorcery and pure witchcraft oozed heavily.