I regretted now not looking more into the werewolf legal system. Though, werewolves, as with everything else, seemed to handle their legal disagreements with their teeth and claws. As a human, I was left at a disadvantage.
But what was I supposed to do?
I couldn’t just stay here in this pit, especially with my baby on the way. I needed my doctor and my treatments. I’d be damned if I let my child be born in a place like this.
Would they take her away from me?
Would they assume she’s a witch too?
As I wallowed in my misery, desperately trying to think of a way to get out of here, I noticed too late that the other prisoners had lingered closer.
“There’s something strange about this one,” one of the prisoners said. She appeared to be an aged woman with a craggy voice. “She smells… human…
