Sera's POV
The stone steps grew steeper and slicker as we descended into the belly of Whitepeak. The air turned heavy, tasting of damp earth, rust, and old misery.
Behind me, I heard Olivia whisper softly to Eric, her voice barely a thread in the silence. "Even my wolf is cold down here."
A bitter, quiet realization washed over me as I kept walking. She was right. It was freezing down here—a suffocating, marrow-deep chill that clung to the stone. But when I was kept down here, I hadn't even possessed the warmth of my wolf to fight it off. Vera had been locked away behind silver, leaving me with nothing but threadbare clothes and shivering nights on cold, damp stone.
We turned the corner into the main dungeon corridor, where a row of heavy iron cells lined the corridor like hollow, gapi
