The dungeon was as cold as it was meant to be. Cold and deathly. The smell of acrid blood filled the premises.
A single flickering torch danced manically, casting ugly shadows that writhed across the uneven floor.
Curled on the damp flagstones, Ria looked like a lost child. She looked pale and weak.
She sat helplessly on the floor before Alpha Randall with her head bowed.
The dungeon was huge. It was the Blood Crescent pack dungeon. No one ever prayed to find themselves there. It also had a small section for torture. That's where Ria found herself.
The Alpha sat on his semi-throne as his gaze narrowed down on her.
Kellan stood beside the Alpha like a statue. Guilt gnawed at him, while shame clouded his sight. He felt utterly ashamed of himself that the woman he loved was in such
