Damian's POV
The holding cells beneath the east wing were designed for one purpose: to break wolves who needed breaking.
The walls were reinforced steel lined with silver.
The doors were triple-locked. And every breath drawn in here carried traces of wolfsbane—not enough to kill, but enough to weaken even the strongest wolf.
Rick led me down the narrow corridor, past empty cells, until we reached the last one.
And then he stopped.
"He's in there," Rick said quietly. "And Damian—whatever he says, whatever he does—don't let him get under your skin."
I didn't answer. Just nodded for Rick to open the door.
The lock disengaged with a heavy clunk, and the door swung open.
I stepped inside.
The cell was dimly lit, the only light coming from a single bare bulb overh
