Finn’s POV
I slammed the heavy iron door of the dungeon shut, the echoing boom vibrating through the stone floors of the catacombs. Gareth flinched at the sound, taking a wide step back as I marched past him. I didn't stop to give orders. Alexis, my inner wolf, was a caged tempest, roaring against my ribs, demanding we shed blood until we had our mate back.
"Where are you going?"
The voice echoed from the shadowed archway leading toward the transit tunnels.
Elias stepped out into the flickering torchlight. He was no longer shivering, and the sickening scent of his usual cowardice was gone.
His torn coat was still damp, his face bruised and smeared with grime, but his posture was rigid. He looked at me, not as a terrified rogue or a helpless prince, but as a man who had finally hit his
