Chapter 6 The Prison

LAYLA'S POV

It has just been a few hours after I was loocked in this cell and I already feel sick. The cell barely six by four feet making stretching a f*****g problem. It's hollow cube of concrete with no widow, no bed,no light and no furniture. Just four walls halfway made of metal rods in a crisscross pattern. Given enough time here one would forget their names.

I really wish there was at least a blanket or anything that can possibly provide any warmth. I'm still dressed in my dity wet dress and on the cold floor it's not helping at all.

There aren't any form of sound, which makes the t*****e worse. I fix myself at one corner and try to close my eyes at least to get some sleep which turn out to be totally impossible due to hunger and cold.

I try to think of anything that would distract me and unwillingly find myself thinking about the price's marginificent face. For sure he is the most beautiful creature I have ever laid my eyes on. How can someone so physically perfect be paired with someone as selfish as my sister?

But in some way I am thinking of him, the man who had me locked up in this cell with no credible evidence that I committed the crime. Who knew that his perfection was just skip deep.

For sure isolation has a way of driving someone crazy because why else would I be thinking about the man who could order my head cut off any day for a crime I never committed?

Sudden banging on the metal bars by who I think are other inmates distract me from my thoughts. I can also hear who I think is a guard whistling and the sound keeps getting closer and closer. He is probably walking in between the row of the cells. As his sound gets closer I hear banging in the neighbouring cell. I hadn't thought there was someone there. I listen carefully as I hear someone go past my cell without stopping. I immediately pull myself to my feet and tiptoes to take a look through the metal bars into the next cell.

At first all I can see is pure darkness until my eyes adjust and see a figure of what I think is a girl about my age holding a piece of bread.

"Hello?!" I call out loud enough to make sure she hears me

She doesn't reply as she turns to look to my direction or so I think. It's really hard to see anything in here, but I did see the figure turn.

"Why were you banging?" I ask out loud again hoping this time I will get an answer.

It takes almost a minute before I can get one. "For food." She replies in a lower voice.

For food? How great! So one has to bang on the bars to get a piece of bread? I guess then this is another day I'm gonna have to go hungry yet I feel like I'm starving already.

Things keep getting more and more worse in here. I wonder how long I can survive especially when I have no wolf. I feel like breaking down. But then who cares about my emotions if they don't even care if anyone goes hungry? I'll have to suck it up for now.

"You are new here?" I hear the girl ask.

"Yeah," I reply no longer feeling thrilled about taking to someone anymore. I will need to preserve my energy for now.

"Whenever you hear the whistling bang on the door or they will never know if the cell is occupied, they will just walk past." Her statement was followed by a soft landing sound of half piece of bread on my cell floor. She must have thrown it through the bars.

I understand that it's impossible to reach out and take anything through the metal bars but how I'm supposed to eat it after it just landed on my filthy floor?

"Thanks!" I reply even if I don't pick it up.

"You are welcome. So who are you? She asks

If I tell her my name she will recognize me and start hating me like everyone else because I'm wolfless and worthless. I guess I'll have to lie for now.

"My name is Mary." I feel a sense of guilt as I lie to her after she has just helped me but what choice do I have?

"My name is Mia, it really does feel good to have a neighbor. It was so boring in here, welcome." Her reply is followed by the sound of her laughing.

Welcome? Is she crazy? I hope not.

I don't reply and everything goes queit for a moment.

"So what did you do?" She asks rather more loudly than necessary.

"What do you mean by what did I do? I know exactly what she is talking about but I really don't wish to answer that question.

"I mean why are you locked in here?" She asks in an impatient tone.

"I'm still waiting for my judgement." I say instead of answering her question.

"By the prince?" She asks now sounding far more interested.

"Yes." I answer in a voice that I hope suggest I don't want to talk about it but it's like the girl doesn't get the hint.

"Oops, I thought I had you in here for long. They might decide to execute you publicaly you know?" She states not sounding bothered by her words at all.

Why couldn't they have put me in a cell with someone insane at least? The girl has no mouth filters.

"But at least you will have the chance to look at his breathtaking face before he issues the order." She says again.

Can't she just stop saying the wrong things? I don't have to be a genius to know she is talking about the prince and that is the last person I want to think about again. I really hope that Talia will get well soon.

I don't reply to her and neither does she talk again.

ROWAN'S POV

Something I can't quite figure out about the girl I asked the guards to lock up during today's party keeps bothering me. She looked too beautiful and innocent for a cold blooded murderer.