Chapter 266. The Shower Area

The next morning, the faint rays of sunlight that managed to seep through the hallway woke me. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. The cold, unyielding walls of my cell greeted me as usual. 

This had been maybe the third day since I had a shower, and I felt so dirty. But I still did not want to use the general bathroom. I just didn’t. 

Anyway, something felt different about the day. It was not just the air—thick and heavy with unspoken tension May had mentioned. This was something else. 

It was like a sense of urgency that tugged at my chest like a hook. Today was also the second day of my three-day window, and I could not afford to waste a single second. 

“You know that you need to shower, right? If you can’t even take one in here, how are you going to build a case against the Elders and Storm; taking them on?” The voice echoed in my head, it was my wolf. 

I leaned against the wall, pulling my knees up to my chest as I mentally groaned.