" Warning mild torture in this Chapter read with caution."
POV: Alpha Jackson Reynolds
The dungeons of the Royal Palace were a masterpiece of psychological and physical suppression. Reinforced with Lunar-Basalt, the stones resonated with the mountain’s core, creating a harmonic frequency that acted like a lead weight on a werewolf’s soul. Shifting was nearly impossible here; even the most seasoned Alpha felt their beast retreat into the shadows of their mind. Down here, the air was recycled and cold, thick with the metallic tang of old blood and the sharp, ozone scent of dampening magic.
In the center of the high-security interrogation wing, the atmosphere was suffocating.
Silas Vane was a ruin of a man. He was chained to a heavy chair of reinforced steel, his arms spread wide by silve
