I rushed down to the dungeon with Jonathan, Brian, and Judith. This was where we kept rogues or hardened criminals. I had asked Judith to stay back, but she insisted on coming along so she could confirm whether it was truly witchcraft or something else entirely.
"Alpha!" the guards greeted in unison as I reached the dungeon. The strong scent of blood was the first thing that hit me. We hadn’t held many prisoners in the last few months, so the presence of that much blood confirmed what I feared—the men we locked up the day before were dead.
"Where are they?" I asked the guard on duty. He bowed slightly and pointed toward the fifth cell to my right. I gave a brief nod and headed in that direction.
Physically, I had prepared myself for what I was going to see. But I had underestimated the
