Chapter 6: In the Dungeons of Despair

“Shit!” I cursed under my breath. I shouldn’t have lingered longer than ten minutes in that river.

“Go send a mind-link to your father and sister. They probably heard you’re captured now considering it’s already sundown,” Mara said to me.

“They will not answer,” I sucked a sharp breath between my teeth. “They never answer.”

“You haven’t even yet tried. Perhaps they will this time.” I groaned but Mara was right. There’s no harm in trying.

“Fine,” I stomped my foot.

I looked up at the little cut in the wall opposite me. The light from the sun has now turned orange hues into the shades of twilight. Minutes from now, the night will awaken. And winters are harsher when darkness descends.

I just hope there will be no storm tonight, or I’ll definitely sleep while battling one.

***

It seems my fear attracted the storm since the cool wind suddenly changed. On the horizon, in the last ray of the setting sun, I spotted a storm brewing. Approaching this pack, approaching me.

I closed my eyes and