For the first time since she was brought in, Keegan regarded her. He surveyed her with a detached intensity, his gaze lingering on her form like she was a curious artifact rather than a person.
Still clutching the bloodstained knife, he moved with a predatory grace towards a rough-hewn table across the room. The dim torchlight cast flickering shadows that danced on the damp walls, adding to the oppressive atmosphere.
"How was your stay in the dungeon?" He casually asked like it was a place she was meant to be.
Sheera clamped down tightly, the metallic tang of fear clinging to her tongue.
Why was she even in his room? Was he going to slit her throat as well?
"F... Forgive me, Alpha. I apologize for upsetting you earlier on." She managed to say.
Keegan was backing her now. Taking up
