a fight

The maid was tired of being tortured. They had used all manner of tools to punish her but she remained adamant. She was still insisting that she was the one who had come up with the idea of poisoning Maya. She was even willing to show them where she had gotten the poison.

It was night time when the majority of the wolves had gone running. The maid could see the moon shining brightly, she wished she was outside. As much as she hated Maya, she wished she had not taken Amber up on her offer to poison Maya. Her wolf was itching to join the hunt outside but she could not. She had to concentrate by hearing the howling of the other wolves and imagining the window running through her dark furs.

Where was Amber? She better she was out running with other wolves as she was in the dungeons waiting for the guards to come back and torture her some more. She hated Amber, she had lured her into this and now she was a no show.

Someone was coming, she held her breath and listened. The footsteps stoppe