FINN
I lay on the threadbare cot, staring up at the cracked ceiling for what felt like the millionth time. The lines were spider-webbed across the stone like scars, and I’d memorized every one. Time lost all meaning down here. I stopped counting the days after the two-year mark… maybe longer.
This dungeon wasn’t meant for pack members; it was built for rogue wolves, murderers… the worst of us. But Kael had ordered me dragged here when I refused to break in the holding cells.
The stench alone should have been enough to c***k anyone. It wasn’t. Every time the burn of iron cuffs bit deeper into my wrists, every time the cold seeped into my bones, I thought of Maya. Atleast she was safe and far from him. That single thought was armor. I’d rot here a thousand years before I gave Kael even a
