HELEN'S POV
I didn't know how many days had passed. There was no window in the cold cell. Only stone and dark shadows. The floor stayed frozen, biting into my skin through the thin fabric of my torn dress. I couldn't tell if it was morning or night anymore. The light never changed. No one came to check on me. To see if I was still breathing or not...
My wolf hadn't even spoken to be yet. She must have been weak.
My stomach cramped, empty for too long. My throat was dry. I'd stopped crying. Even my tears had learned to abandon me.
Then I heard whispers.
A sound. Soft. Careful.
"I will be very careful. You know, please…"
I barely moved, too weak to react. Then I heard some footsteps, coming towards the cell I was placed in.
"Helen?"
That voice.
My eyes fluttered open. I blinked through the darkness.
"N… Nara?"
She crouched just beyond the bars, face pale and eyes wide with worry. I didn't even know I could still cry, but somehow, tears filled my eyes again.
