I had a destination, a traitor in chains, and nothing left to lose—or give.
The moment I arrived at the packhouse, I found Alpha Alaric already waiting in the living room, accompanied by a few of his warriors, with Luke standing alongside them.
“She’s downstairs in the dungeon,” Luke informed me, nodding toward an open doorway.
I didn’t respond. Without a word to anyone, I made my way straight to the door and descended the staircase. The air grew damp and stale the further I went—musty and decaying, a stench that clung to the stone walls. To me, it was the perfect atmosphere for someone like Lenore.
The floor was rough concrete, and the walls were made of aged, chipped brick. As I passed each cell, I noticed dried blood streaked across the walls and splattered on the ground. There wasn
