_Dorian’s POV_
The cold, damp air of the cellar settled heavily around me as I walked deeper into its shadows. The torches lining the stone walls flickered weakly, casting eerie shapes along the narrow corridor. The scent of sweat, blood, and fear hung in the air. It was thick enough to choke on.
I passed rows of iron-barred cells, each one holding prisoners who had wronged my pack in one way or another. Some watched me with hollow eyes, others with barely concealed hatred. But I didn’t stop. I had only one reason for coming down here tonight.
Camilla.
The woman who had betrayed me. She sat slumped in the farthest cell, chains binding her wrists above her head. Dried blood streaked her face. Her once-pristine hair was tangled and matted. She looked up as I approached. Her eyes widened
