Supervision

Lily pov

Huddled in a cold corner of the dungeon, feeling really hungry, I couldn’t escape the heavy silence that had been around me for more than 24 hours. The chilly air made me shiver, a cruel reminder that I was stuck here.

I tried to catch a rat to ease my growling stomach, but I just got weaker, struggling against the hunger pains. My once lively spirit felt dimmed, and my attempts to keep some dignity were useless in this tough situation. My hair, usually tidy, now stuck to my forehead in a messy tangle, reflecting the disorder around me. The smell of my unwashed body lingered, a harsh reminder of how things had gotten.

Loneliness pressed down on me like a heavy weight. The silence was only broken by the occasional sound of rodents scurrying around, my only buddies in this cold, lonely space. The wolf inside me seemed to share my hunger, a quiet partner in this tough time.

Lying on the hard stone floor, time felt like it blurred. The rhythmic drip of water served as a haunting