FAYE
I paused at the iron bars of the cell, staring at the man slumped against the corner. His chest rose and fell lowly, and the stench of wolfsbane was thick on him. Whoever had been in charge of dosing him hadn’t just weakened him...they’d drowned him in poison.
His skin was pale beneath the bruises, his lips cracked and dry. If the point had been to reduce him to something less than a wolf, they had succeeded. Not like he deserved any better.
“Open the cell,” I said quietly.
The two guards stiffened. Their eyes darted to each other, then back to me. One of them spoke, “I’m sorry, Luna,” he said. His voice was strained. “But Alpha Alexander gave orders that—”
“Do as she asked.”
The voice came from behind me.
I turned, and there he was...Alexander. He leaned against the stone fram
