81. A Filthy Prisoner

AURELIA

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My curiosity hung in the air as I let my legs carry me towards the voice. With every step I took, my broken heart fell piece by piece. With every cell I looked into, I hurled, the foul smell irritating me.

“How heartless is she really? She clearly had people locked in here.” Inara heaved without hiding her disgust.

In spite of her words, my wolf’s curiosity coursed through me and it only intensified when the same soft whimper reached my ears again, “I can smell y-you. It’s really you…”

Strangely, a tiny part of me seemed to recognize that voice. The feminine ring sounded familiar but I couldn’t place my finger on it.

“Who’re you?” I questioned, taking cautious steps as the space became darker.

As my voice echoed, sending waves back to my eardrums, there came no response from the oddly familiar voice but to my surprise, another voice, not a familiar one, cried out, “Please let me out. Please.”

I inhaled sharply, ignoring the foul smell around me. Inara’s sense of smell