As the guard led me through the winding corridors of Alpha Donk's fortress, my mind raced with possibilities. What could he want now? Hadn't he done enough? The memory of Jermaine's execution was still fresh, a raw wound that throbbed with each step I took.
We reached a set of large, ornate doors. The guard knocked twice, then pushed them open, shoving me inside. I stumbled, barely catching myself before I fell.
The room was vast, with high ceilings and large windows that let in the pale morning light. At the far end, seated on what could only be described as a throne, was Alpha Donk. His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as he watched me regain my balance. We were not in his office like some days ago, we were now in a building he called one of his throne rooms.
"Ah, Rebecca," he said,
