The fortress of black stone looms like a predator in the night. Torches flicker along the walls, casting shadows that twist like writhing spirits. Inside, the air is thick with the stench of fear, sweat, and blood.
The captured wolves lie chained in a grim hall, their eyes wide, their bodies bruised. Some whimper, some growl, but all are silent under the oppressive gaze of Alpha Malrik.
He walks among them slowly, deliberately, savoring the tension. Every movement radiates power and cruelty.
“You see,” Malrik says softly, his voice smooth but deadly, “loyalty has a cost. And I always collect.”
A wolf trembles, struggling against chains, eyes flashing with defiance. Malrik crouches, bringing his face close.
“But you—” he whispers, “can save her. You can bring her to me.”
He rises, ste
