The Werewolf Cheerleader

Book Four: Chapter 7

The dungeon was damp and cold, the walls made of rough, gray stones that felt like they had been standing for centuries. The only light came from small torches flickering in brackets on the walls. The air was thick with the smell of mold and mildew.

The knights pushed us into a small cell with iron bars, slamming the door shut behind us. I stumbled and almost fell on the hard stone floor. There was no furniture, just a single straw pallet in the corner.

Salina coughed, covering her mouth with her hand.

"What a dump," she muttered.

I looked at the knights through the bars, my voice trembling with anger.

"You can't do this! We didn't do anything wrong!"

The knights just laughed and walked away.

Kevin walked over to the door and tried to pull on the bars, but they were solid.

"It's no use," he said. "We're stuck in here."

Salina paced back and forth, her hands balled into fists.

"I can't believe this is happening," she said. "All because of that stupid bandit and that stupid spell."

I sat down on the pallet, feeling defeated. We had been so close to getting home, and now we were stuck in this miserable dungeon, accused of crimes we didn't commit.

We sat in silence for a while, each lost in our own thoughts. I couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen to us. Would we ever get out of here? Would the king believe our story?

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. There was no use worrying about the future. We needed to focus on the present and find a way out of this dungeon.

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The darkness inside the dungeon enveloped us as the sun slowly set outside. My friends and I were sitting on the cold stone floor with our backs against the damp walls. The air was thick with the stench of mildew and decay.

I couldn't help but feel anxious and scared about our fate. What would happen to us? Would we be able to prove our innocence? Would we even make it out of here alive?

Salina was muttering under her breath, probably casting spells in an attempt to escape. Kevin was trying to pick the lock on our cell door with a piece of wire he found on the ground. But I couldn't bring myself to do anything. I just sat there, lost in my thoughts.

Suddenly, a rat scurried across the floor and I let out a yelp of fear. Salina shot me a look of annoyance, but I could see the fear in her eyes too.

"What are we going to do?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Kevin shook his head. "I don't know. We have to wait until the guards change shifts and then make a break for it."

"But what if they catch us?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"We have to take that chance," Salina said firmly. "We can't just sit here and wait for them to execute us."

I knew she was right, but the thought of being caught and punished for a crime we didn't commit was terrifying. I could feel my heart racing and my palms getting sweaty.

As the darkness outside deepened, I prayed that we would be able to find a way out of this dungeon and clear our names. But with each passing minute, the odds seemed to be against us.

I spotted a guard walking passed our cell, and I called out to him, asking when the king would free us. But before he could answer, something pounded him to the floor from the shadow. He screamed in terror as the figure tore him apart, leaving blood splattered across the stone floor.