Natalie~
The dungeon welcomed us like a rotting mouth—cold, damp, and stinking of mildew, rust, and something older, fouler, that clung to the stone walls like a curse. The torches flickered as if they too feared the silence, drawing long shadows that danced across the iron bars.
Griffin stood at my side, wide-eyed and trembling slightly—not from fear, but shock. His eyes swept the cell before us, lips parting.
"Oh… goddess," he whispered.
Inside the cell, slumped and defeated in heavy chains that clinked with every movement, was Alpha Darius—his uncle, the same monster who once destroyed my life. His once proud posture was now stooped, his hair disheveled, and his clothes caked in grime. But he still had that damn arrogance in his eyes.
And beside him, curled like a coward against the far wall, was Timothy.
My teeth clenched.
Timothy.
