User blog:Silverfalcon Pikehawk/The Hour of Twilight

Prologue
The young wolf raised his head looking at the single window in his dark prison cell. How did he get here? Who brought him here? so many questions, so little answers. The wolf heard a noise from farther up in the corridor, he froze, his keen ears picking up voices, "Well? What do we do with that, young wolf in the prison cell down there?"

"I don't know! Maybe throw him in the Death Pit?"