Stone’s face paled, the reality of Azriel’s words sinking in like a cold, hard truth. The chains around his wrists seemed heavier now, the walls of the cell closing in on him. “I deserve a trial! You can’t abuse your power, or you will be a hypocrite.”
Azriel started to laugh, “You deserve nothing, and you are not in charge. And your little reverse psychology trick will not work on me. Enjoy your stay in the Stormheart Pack’s dungeon," he said over his shoulder, his voice laced with finality. "It’s the last home you’ll ever know."
With that, Azriel exited the cell, the heavy door slamming shut behind him, leaving Councilor Stone alone in the dark, the echoes of his threats fading into the silence.
As Azriel exited the dungeon, the cold night air hit him, but it did little to quell the b
