Rowan stood amidst the wreckage of the prison, his eyes fixed on the empty cell where Somad had once been held.
The weight of the guard’s final words seemed to press down on everyone present, a chilling reminder that they were no longer dealing with a simple internal betrayal.
Marek stepped over a piece of twisted iron, his boots crunching on the broken cement on the ground. He looked at the bodies of the guards with a grim expression. "Those are the abominations I spoke of," he said, his voice cutting through the stunned silence. "The ones that just tore through your 'impenetrable' fortress like it was made of parchment."
Rowan turned to him, his jaw tight, his Alpha aura simmering just beneath the surface. He looked like a man who was fighting the urge to tear something apart. "You s
