I just can't stop myself

As Ulric moved forward, Resin seated herself in the center of the barred chamber. He looked uncomfortable and rightly so. She doubted that anyone who was aware of the situation was comfortable. The leader of the Hallows had lost her mind. She wasn't fit to rule. She had shredded the face of her lover. Where did that leave them?

What would be strong enough, he asked. She'd thought about it and only one solution came to mind. With her nose, she pointed to a metal bar laying on the ground outside of the door. "Put this through the handles. If you and another work to bend the bar out towards you, I won't be able to undo it." Outside of the cell was a second metal handle side by side with the one on the door. With both of the handles locked together with the pipe, the wolves of The Hallows could sleep peacefully knowing that their former alpha was sufficiently restrained.

The earthen man questioned her, offering her furs and cushions. The imprisoned woman wrinkled her nose slightly. "I don't deserve comforts." At present, she was sharp as a tack. There was no confusion, no muddled thoughts. She knew exactly where she was, who she was, and who she was with. Resin knew exactly what she had done and she knew better than anyone what she was capable of if it happened again. No... she deserved nothing less than to sit in her prison and rot.


"Speech!"

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