CHAPTER 13

The basement was dark and cold, filled with cobwebs and I was pretty sure bats were resting above my head waiting to pounce on me, sending a shiver down my spine. I started descending the stairs, it was cramped and a struggle to stand upright but gradually the area got roomy.

On the last step, I reached ahead, which was a big rusted metal door. As heavy as it looked, it opened easily from my years of training and my werewolf strength. I could use my werewolf powers here because it isn’t magic, it’s a curse.

Finally, I saw cells, a whole row of them and the only row in this entire basement. I started walking till I heard any heartbeat or an indication of someone alive or well breathing was inhabited in one of those cells. There were various scratches, writings, and dried blood on the walls. My heartbeat rose just by thinking how many people or creatures would have been tortured here, even the thought makes me want to vomit all over the place.