Andrea’s POV
I was still in the dungeon, pacing back and forth, wracking my brain for the next step. Alpha Kyan had ordered the guards to stop maltreating me, which meant that now they brought me meals in silence, ignoring me completely. It was a small mercy, but at least I had a semblance of peace. However, that peace was short-lived.
The air around me grew colder, sending chills down my spine. The familiar, suffocating fear that always accompanied M’s presence gripped me, making my chest tighten. My breath came in short gasps, my lungs struggling to pull in air.
“Little wolf, I can perceive your fear in the air,” M's voice echoed in the dungeon, dripping with taunting malice. “Andrea, you should calm your nerves.”
“M... M,” I stuttered, my voice barely above a whisper, the terror mak
