Chapter 50

I’d never learned to whistle, and I don’t think I’ll ever know how to. The man in the cell whistles a lot—he also talks a lot. Will. He said his name was Will a few weeks ago when he arrived.

He was different. Despite the fact that he was an elf, he looked like any other shifter around. His eyes were the first thing I’d noticed about him. They were the color of mud—an uncommon color for elves. He was also a bit shorter. He looked to be my height.

“You know, little one, I’m getting out of here soon,” he said. He liked calling me that name.

“You wanna come?” he asked, and I still… I hadn’t seen the outside for so long.

“Right, you can’t talk. Sorry, forgot. Anyways, I have a plan.”

I grunted, trying to stop him from talking. If the jailors heard him, he’d be put in the hole. He was my only friend