Azriel stepped into the cold, damp cell, his presence commanding and imposing. The figure sitting on the bench looked up sharply, his eyes narrowing as they locked onto Azriel’s. It was Councilor Stone, the man who had once been a trusted advisor, now reduced to a prisoner, stripped of his power and status.
But despite his dire circumstances, Stone’s demeanor was far from humble. Instead of cowering or begging for mercy, he sneered at Azriel, his lips curling into a cruel, mocking grin.
"So, the mighty Alpha has finally come to gloat," Stone spat, his voice dripping with venom. He stood up, his movements still confident, as if he was in control despite the chains that bound him. "You think you’ve won, don’t you, just because you are friend with the King? But you’re a fool, Azriel. A blin
