ROSALIE’S POV
The dungeon smelled like mildew, rust, and fear. I could smell all of it.
The guards outside the entrance barely had time to react before I shoved through them. One grabbed my arm, trying to stop me gently, cautiously, like I was some fragile thing that would break apart if touched too hard.
“Rosalie, wait!”
I slammed him into the stone wall without thinking.
The c***k echoed down the corridor. Gasps followed.
I stared at my own hand for half a second, shocked by the strength behind it. My wolf surged violently beneath my skin, impatient and snarling.
Mine.
The word thundered through my skull.
My daughter.
My pup.
The second guard stepped back immediately, eyes wide with fear. I must have looked insane... barefoot, wearing only a thin hospital gown that dragged aga
