The silence of the cell was suffocating.
My wrists ached from the restraints, but that wasn’t what unsettled me. It wasn’t the dried blood on my face or the wounds that had yet to heal.
It was the emptiness.
The loss of control.
The certainty that everything was falling apart.
I let out a low, humorless laugh. How the hell had I ended up here?
“She betrayed us,” Fenrir growled in my mind, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. “But that was something you already expected, wasn’t it?”
I clenched my jaw.
Morgana.
My Luna. The woman who was supposed to be my ally. The one who stood by my side in every battle. The one who shared my bed.
And the one who had tried to kill me.
Fenrir let out a disdainful snarl. “You always knew.”
I frowned. “No.”
“Yes.” His voice dripped like venom
