ALEXANDER
My heart had broken when I saw her in that dungeon.
The cold stone walls. The damp pressing in. Her figure small in that dark place. The sight was enough to carve me open from the inside out. She didn’t belong there. And I blame myself for not being there to shield her earlier.
I knew she was innocent. My wolf knew it too. I could feel it.The certainty was deep in my bones. All I needed was a way to prove it—to the elders, to the whole damned pack if I had to. But proof could come later. What mattered now was the insult, the audacity. The blatant overstepping that had been done in my absence.
They hadn’t even had the decency to place her in the regular holding cells. No. They had chosen the dungeon. The dungeon—reserved for actual traitors, rogues, the worst of the worst. And
