Arranged Survival

Blaire white  A week has passed since I was thrown into this cell and left to rot like a rat. The guards always brought food for us once a day, which didn't look appetizing enough, so I didn't end up eating. This has made my wolf lose plenty of energy, and she would need more than the little grain given to us to regain the energy lost. I had cried myself to sleep so much that tears had run dry in my tear ducts, yet that didn't stop me from crying. "Food is served." A guard announced, angrily throwing the plate, which I hoped wouldn't spill to the ground. Even though it did, the people locked up with me would end up eating it from the ground out of hunger just to satisfy their stomachs. I managed to turn my head, caring less about the mess that I was in. I was just a mass of skin and bones heaped on the floor. My eyes blinked at the bread and something reddish that sat on the plate. I could hear the other inmates shuffling to eat. I had no energy left in me, but then again, I had starve