Chapter 131 The Enraged Cry

• Mayi’s POV
• My chest was so tight with unease that it almost hurt to breathe. Pontione’s enraged cry still echoed in my ears, violent and raw, and all I could think was—did Donald hear that? Did the wizard hear it? Were we about to be discovered?
• The dungeon felt like the set of some horrific drama I had once seen on the glowing television screens in the Western world. Only this wasn’t fiction. This was flesh and blood. Pain and suffering. Reality in its cruelest form. Before us were born-royals—lions with bloodlines as old as kingdoms—reduced to caged animals. Even the wild beasts humans claimed to be savage were not kept like this. Even the creatures locked behind iron bars in human zoos lived in better conditions than the Fosters.