Evelyn
“Okay,” I say as Alexander and I walk down the halls of the main palace toward the dungeons. “Remind me who all is in the dungeons right now.”
Alexander takes a heavy breath as if the list is long. “There’s a few dozen rebel werewolves who willingly surrendered to us the first time I rescued you from Lucas, a batch of rebels from the second time I rescued you from him, there are the injured werewolves from the Luna Ceremony Battle, and then, of course, there’s Lucas.”
I take a deep breath, too. Last time I was in the dungeon, it was empty except for me.
Except for the time Sophia came down there to try to kill me.
I rub my chest where she stabbed me. It didn’t even leave a scar.
Just a terrifying memory. That’s all she is now.
We reach the dungeon door that I’m all too famili
