Faith POV
The darkness was suffocating, and the air was thick with the musty scent of earth and mold. I blinked, trying to make sense of where I was. The dim light of a single bulb swung from the ceiling, casting flickering shadows on the cold stone walls. The reality of my situation settled in—this wasn’t a room in the packhouse. This was something far worse.
I was underneath the abandoned house, the same one where I had stashed all my stolen items. But this time, I wasn’t free to come and go as I pleased. No, I was a captive, held against my will by forces I still couldn't fully understand. The last thing I remembered was being dragged out of the castle, Alpha Andrew’s angry face looming over me, and then—nothing.
My wrists were bound by thick ropes, the rough fibers biting into my sk
