Her entire body went still.
For someone like Liora, legacy mattered more than life itself. She wanted power. Recognition.
And now?
No records would carry her name. No future child would ever know she existed.
She would disappear completely.
Then came the final punishment.
“And lastly,” the elder continued coldly, “you will spend the remainder of your life imprisoned in the Black Dungeon.”
A few people in the room visibly stiffened.
Even some of the alphas looked uncomfortable hearing that name.
Nicholas told me the Black Dungeon wasn’t an ordinary prison.
It was hell.
No sunlight reached those underground cells. The walls stayed freezing cold year-round. Prisoners kept there slowly lost their minds from isolation alone.
“You will never again walk beneath the sun,” the elder sai
