Most people don’t even remember the packhouse has a dungeon. I do though.
I have a little room in the back that used to be a solitary confinement cell. It smells of old piss, vomit, and blood. You get used to it.
I have a cot and an old tattered blanket to keep me warm. I even scored a lamp out of the trash.
It still works, so I have light to do my homework. Home sweet home and all that jazz, right?
I mean, at least I’m not a rogue.
Oh yeah, I should introduce myself. My name is Iokaste Latmus, but I go by Kas.
No one calls me Iokaste except for teachers on the first day of school. I’m a werewolf in the Silver Moon pack. Since I’m an orphan, I’m not
completely sure how old I am but pretty sure I’m sixteen.