Noah’s POV (Marcus’ Delta)
The darkness of the ancient ruins fell heavy on the prisoners, like a dark suffocating blanket. Noah sat in one of the grimy cells, the heavy iron bars barely visible in the dim light that filtered through the small window high above. The dampness in the air mixed with the smell of dirt and decay seeped into his clothes and clung to his skin. He felt dirty and helpless at the same time. But nothing compared to the anger simmering beneath the surface, fueling the frustration that was eating away at him.
Alexander paced restlessly across the cell, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls, while Benjamin leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. His face was a mask of indifference. The man had always been hard to read except for anything Luna-related. He was
