Tasya
The cold of the dungeon clung to my skin, a harsh reminder of my disgrace. The stone walls, slick with mildew, seemed to mock me as I paced the small, confining space. Each step echoed my frustration, the clinking of the shackles on my wrists an unbearable reminder of my fall from grace.
The dungeon.
How dare he?
I was Ragnor’s Beta—his second-in-command. I had stood by his side through countless battles, defended him, and sacrificed more than he would ever know... to be the next Luna.
And this was my reward? Chains? A cell? Humiliation?
My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms until I felt the sting of broken skin.
I welcomed the pain—it grounded me, gave me focus amidst the swirling storm of emotions threatening to pull me under.
I had never invited Zane into the pack
