JACKSON
The air in my pack’s dungeon was cold, heavy with dampness and silence. Williams sat slumped against the wall in the corner of his cell, his wrists bound tightly in silver shackles that burned against his skin.
The faint sizzle of flesh meeting silver filled the air, accompanied by his shallow breathing. His head hung low, sweat trickling down his temples.
I stood just outside the bars, staring at him, my wolf pacing restlessly within me. Every instinct screamed to rip him apart, to punish him for his lies. But I held back. If there was even a sliver of truth in his words, I needed him alive, at least for now.
“You’re lying,” I growled, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “Alpha Dave doesn’t have Sarah. He doesn't have her.”
Williams raised his head slightly,
