Iris POV
The iron bars are cold against my back as I sit on the rough cot, my knees pulled to my chest. My heart's been racing since, at the thought of imagining if this was what my daily life would look like for a long time, accused of a spy, I didn't even understand. The weight of it all presses down on me, being the new wolf here, the outsider, the one who doesn't quite fit. Ever since Lena defended me out there, all I did was stick with her as she'd instructed.
Shortly, the door clanks open, and I flinch, my head snapping up. A servant stands there, a wiry woman with cold eyes and a no-nonsense look. "Break time," she says, stepping inside. "Out." She ordered.
I scramble to my feet, my body stiff and aching from the morning work earlier. Break time? What's that?
