THE DUNGEON.
RORY'S POV
"Hello?!"
My scream bounced off the damp stone walls, swallowed by the thick, unmoving air. Darkness pressed in from all sides, suffocating, endless. I sucked in a breath, but the space felt too tight, the air too thin.
Panic clawed at my chest. I had never felt this trapped before.
The walls were solid, unyielding. No cracks. No light. No way out. My dress hung in torn scraps around me, and the bruises from Elijah’s grip still ached. He had tossed me in here like I was nothing, like I didn’t matter.
I curled into myself, shivering.
Maybe I would never see my sister again.
Maybe I would die here.
"I curse the day I met Alpha Renzo! I wish you would rot in hell—but you are hell itself!"
I screamed until my throat burned, but I knew no one would hear me. No
