The first few minutes were a blur. Her entire body was trembling from each wave of pain that kept striking her, coming from her lower back and belly. Her child wasn't making this any easier on her, either. She couldn’t complain since it was also suffering just as much as she was. Heavily wheezing, she crawled on her side with one arm, but stretching out any limb, felt as if she was allowing her flesh to be ripped open. 

She blacked out for a few seconds, when waking up the wolf noticed tears running down her fur, her vision wasn’t much helped by the musky hay combined with the soaked soil on her face. She howled, at this unpleasant sensation of lighting eating her away. This caused the caged-up beast to rage up again and again. They seem as though they were losing a part of themselves, it didn’t help the situation when the guards were needed to pass by. Some were unlucky, as the caged beast was able to reach them, dismembering their limbs as they tried to pull them into the tight fit of the bar cage, some wore their metal armor.

Her lower half felt warm. The tip of her fingers was met with this reddish mucous secretion as she slid her hand between her inner thighs. Another wave struck around her pelvis as she struggled to control her breathing. She scrunched her face as though she didn't have an option. Her jaw tensed as her brows drew closer together.

This unimaginable agony as her child continued to rapidly grow and struggle to burst free. She gripped onto her toes and tail, clinging to her tummy. She let another excruciating wail escape her lips.

Despite being surrounded by blood and death, she froze. This exotic aroma made its way into the dungeon. She was all too familiar with that sweet aroma. She raised her head and gazed towards the doorway. The prince was nearby. “Jack! Ugh. Please, Jack! Just what f*ck happened to you?!?” The wolf hung her head, an inch from striking the floor, as she lost strength. Clenching onto the dehydrated grass, another wave weighed heavily on her body. “I. I don't. Want to see. Him this way.” The tears fell more than before. “Where are you, Jack? Please respond.”

Frightened by the prince discovering she was carrying his child, the wolf stood warily, tolerating the discomfort as the new life thrashed around inside her belly. In similar, she was attempting to ignore the sharp electrical pulsation coming from her back. As she approached the entrance to her cell, she braced her full body against the wall, expecting to find a backdoor out of this harsh hellhole, away from the familiar odor she wished she loathed so much.

When she arrived at one of the archways, she ground to a standstill when she observed three soldiers approaching her direction. Clutching her broken tail. She kept hold of her breath.

This is the end for me.

Reflecting on herself. She froze, wanting to run in the opposite direction. The agony was becoming more serious. She compressed her entire body, unable to move, waiting for the guards to crucify her for escaping, yet they all brushed her off as if she wasn't their main concern at the time.

As the discomfort worsened, she let out another involuntary wail. Even though she was almost fully dry from the hay and dirt she had crawled around in moments before. Her body was still feeling the effects of the tub water.

Looking back, she could hear the guys who had passed by earlier screaming. Several were captured by the caged beast, while others were on their way outside. They were shrieking and flinging their weapons in the air, the same as lunatics.

She began pacing aimlessly around the next hall across, almost stumbling over herself. “I'm not going to have my baby here. Please don't let me have it here.” The wolf's deep snarl can be heard heavily, resonating through the deserted hall. “Remember what I say.” She panted heavily. “When I get my hands on you, Jack, I'm going to fucking beat you.”

Trying to maintain her balance, the wolf hurried as far away from the people as she could. However, each door she approached led to a dead space that humans occupied as a living area. The deeper she went, the more distant the screams became faint to her.

“Even if the owner didn't specify anything, any ugly dog would comprehend the fundamental commands of sit and stay.” The wolf's nose was too late to catch the bloody scent. That crazy lady suddenly appeared. “Don't you think it's about time I helped you baby your puppy to this world?” The watchman proceeded to skip in rhythm to her humming toward one of the soldier's chambers, but after a few jiggles of the handle, she saw it was locked. It was no issue for her; with one strong slash of her scythe, the door was readily opened.

“Throw that tramp in here and get that half-breed out of her within thirty minutes.” The guards and nurses that entered the chamber with this veiled demon wasted no time in rushing around before her instructions were nearly done. It gave the watchman a sense of joy to be able to order whomever she wanted around and punish those who irritated her in any form.

I'll be able to dominate those who have wronged me, once I become queen. Those who, in my belief, deserve worse than an easy death.

The mere thought of her and the first prince marrying made her antsy and moist from having her first kiss nabbed from him. She couldn't contain her enthusiasm; the day had finally arrived, and all those painful days of watching the prince from the sidelines were finally reaching the next chapter of their lives where they can be together.

The guards and nurses all looked up uncomfortably as the watchman danced with herself and jumped on the bed, envisioning herself with the prince. Looking at one another in sweat, they began working on the wolf who has been on the floor crawling away from them. They were doing everything they could to avoid making eye contact with the deluded watchman.

The head watchman, drooling on herself, straightened her matted black hair that draped a section of her face after she heard one of the troops out in the corridor screaming. The current battle is rapidly making its way inside the building. Everyone can see the humans were losing. The guards, nurses, and watchmen had no idea who was the captain leading the opponent's fight.

When she dragged her scythe over the floor, the friction from its weight and the pace she was going caused little sparks here and there. “Guard this chamber with your life, or I'll hunt you down like calves who got torn from their mother.”