LUTHER
It's almost been a week since Conan chained me in the f*****g dungeon but today he finally had the guts to show his f*****g coward face to me.
The chains bite into my wrists as they yank me forward, metal rattling against stone. My feet drag, my ribs screaming with every step, but I don’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me stumble.
Conan’s wolves flank me, their grips too tight, their postures too relaxed. They think this is done. Think they’ve won. Think I’m too f*****g broken to fight back.
They should know better.
The courtyard is crawling with pack wolves. Training. Laughing. Living.
My pack.
My f*****g pack.
Conan walks ahead, the smug bastard, leading the way like this is a f*****g parade. The wolves spar in the open field, the scent of sweat and dirt thick in t
