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Marshall's eyes widened in surprise. "What happened? How did he die?" His voice cracked with confusion and urgency, echoing off the cold stone walls of the dungeon.
One of the guards stepped forward, his face drawn and solemn. "He took his own life, Alpha. We found him hanging in his cell a few minutes ago."
Marshall's expression hardened, the initial shock giving way to anger. "Take him away from the dungeon," he ordered, his voice sharp and tinged with frustration.
As the guards moved to carry out his orders, I could see a storm of emotions brewing in Marshall's eyes. He glanced at me briefly, but his gaze held no softness, only a steely determination that sent a chill down my spine.
When night fell, Marshall and I found ourselves alone in the sitting room. The air was thic
