Easton
It was pitch black in the dungeon, an oppressive darkness that seemed to seep into my bones. I lay on a small cot, staring up at the ceiling, which was barely visible through the dim light flickering from the lone bulb overhead. This was the kind of place that made prisoners dread their fate, and now I understood why. The isolation and darkness played tricks on the mind, twisting perceptions and amplifying fears.
I knew I was only here for a night—thankfully. I had done something I shouldn’t have, and I was lucky I hadn’t been whipped for it. If I were just a regular warrior in this pack, without the connections I had with the Alphas, I probably would have faced a far worse punishment.
Sighing, I sat up. I should try to sleep, but it was too early, and I wasn’t tired. My stomach
