Bane POV
It's been a month and a half since that b***h threw me in here.
One month and eighteen days, to be precise. I've counted every single one, etched them into my memory like scars that will never fade. Forty-eight days since Penelope stood over me in that square, flames dancing across her skin like she was some kind of goddess descended to pass judgment.
Forty-eight days since she stripped away everything I'd built, everything I'd worked for, and tossed me into this hellhole like I was nothing more than garbage to be disposed of.
This is the most notorious werewolf prison in the wolfen community.
It's a place where Alphas go to rot, where the strongest wolves are reduced to shadows of themselves, where hope goes to die.
That's what they tell you, anyway.
The reality is that t
