Chalice.
It's been three days. Three whole days of being locked up in this godforsaken cell. Three whole days of starvation and filth... three days since I last enjoyed the freedom I used to have.
And three days since I last saw any of the triplets.
Even Louis in this desperate moment had decided not to show, and I couldn't fault him for it because the triplets had specifically asked that no one is allowed into my cell.
They had successfully ostracised me from the rest of the pack, and for that reason, no one could help me— not even my parents.
However, I wasn't mad anymore— maybe at some point, rage was all I felt— but now, by the gods, I had long gone past the stage of being mad.
Now, I was full blown panicking. Panicking because I now knew the extent to which they could go to make me pay for my crimes.
I now knew how badly they could hurt me for putting their one true mate through the extent of suffering I had put Leilani through.
