Hazel’s POV
“Give me a name.”
The words left my mouth like a whip cracking through the damp dungeon air. My voice echoed off the stone walls, cold and sharp.
I stood inside the cell, towering over Benedicta, every inch of me radiating the power I now carried as queen. My wolf was wide awake, pacing just beneath my skin, ready to rip through if needed.
The woman’s eyes darted around like a trapped animal. Her short black hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. She pressed herself harder against the wall as if she could melt into the stone.
“I’m innocent… please,” she whimpered, voice shaking. “I didn’t do anything wrong. I swear on the Goddess.”
Something inside me snapped.
I moved fast, grabbing her chin in a tight grip. My fingers dug into her skin, forcing her to look straight into my
