The next night came cloaked in an eerie stillness, broken only by the metallic clang of the cell doors opening. Cain strode in, flanked by his men, his presence a toxic mix of arrogance and cruelty.
“Well, well,” he said, his voice smooth and condescending, “it’s time for a special treat. Tonight, you’ll witness the unification ceremony between the Northern and Western packs.”
Arda stepped forward, her voice trembling but resolute. “Where’s Jacob?”
Cain’s lips twisted into a mocking grin. “My son?” He leaned in, relishing her frustration. “He’s busy enjoying his honeymoon.”
Arda’s heart sank, her fleeting hope of reaching Jacob shattered. She had prayed for a chance to speak to him, to appeal to the part of him not yet consumed by his father’s influence if it existed. But now, that cha
