My right shoulder felt like it was on fire. That was the first thing I registered before my eyes were even open. I sat up and looked around. The room I was in was quite spacious - about the size of Shadow’s room at her grandmother’s house. /Shadow./ My brain finally finished waking up, and the scene at Cozbi’s grave came rushing back in full focus. The exploring, finding the grave, looking around, and then a voice - Shadow’s voice - coming out and threatening Chaiyn and I. Wait. Where /was/ Chaiyn? I stood and walked across the room to where the door would be. Instead, there were cell bars, far apart enough to serve as a window but close together enough so that no one could squeeze out. The room I was in had a small bed in the corner - nothing more than a mattress, but from the horrors I’d heard from Carlos about Ren’s prison, that was royalty level comfort. There was a table and a chair in one corner, and a small threadbare rug lined the floor. Across the hall, outside of the cell bars, was another cell identical to mine. I could see down the hall if I tried. I couldn’t see either cell next to mine. Someone snapped, a sound that would normally be quiet but echoed in the quiet corridor. I looked over, meeting Chaiyn’s eyes. He stood close to the cell bars in the cell across the hall, leaning against the wall. He tried to make a gesture with his hands. I stared at him blankly. I didn’t know any form of sign language, but I’d always wanted to learn. That was clearly going to cost me now. He sighed through his nose and pulled out a notebook with a turquoise cover. He scrawled something down, tore out the page, and the sheet disappeared. I looked down and saw it sitting at my feet. I stooped down to pick it up. /Do you know Sign Language?/ I picked up the pen that had been teleported over as well and wrote a reply. /Nope./ /How about Morse Code?/ /A little. Naomi was trying to teach me./ /Hiwalt, you’re hopeless. I guess we’ll use this then. Where even are we?/ I paused, thinking about his question before writing a response. /I don’t know. The only clue I have is Shadow did this, probably with Jessica too./ Before Chaiyn could teleport the paper back to me with his reply, we heard footsteps. He hastily shoved the paper and pen back into his pocket. The door to my room/cell thing opened. Two people in regular clothes stood in the doorway, blocking my view of Chaiyn. The only odd thing about them were their masks that covered every inch of their face - and consecutively, their identity. “Come with us. Now. The Empress wishes to see you,” one growled. I stood, seeing no other choice but to follow them. I looked behind me at Chaiyn as I left, meeting his turquoise eyes laced with concern. We were about to find out who’d done this.
Notes/Credits: Hi! Welcome to The Dark Prison - the third book in The Wolf Stories. If you haven't read The Wolf Boy or The Monster's Curse, I highly suggest you do so! This is Chapter 8, enjoy! Previous Chapter(s): Chpt 1 Pt 1: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/750051827/ Chpt 1 Pt 2: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/753809497/ Chpt 2: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/758384060/ Chpt 3: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/765725763/ Chpt 4: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/766550820/ Chpt 5: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/774614819/ Chpt 6: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/774738889/ Chpt 7: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/777459716/ Credits: Me, for being the author Shannon Messenger, JK Rowling, Eoin Colfer, Rick Riordan, and many other authors for inspo @aqua_di_angelo, @AL600AWESOME, @Lanze_cupcake_face11, and @Yayabinks for inspo and supporting the story! QOTW: Who do you think did this? Last chance to guess!
