Author's pov
The air in the stone chamber was damp and cold.
Alpha Gideon and Clara were tied securely to wooden chairs, their wrists bound tight enough to leave angry red marks.
Several pack sentinels, dressed in black, stood at attention along the wall.
Seeing Alpha Damien enter, the sentinels immediately bowed their heads.
He raised a hand slightly, his voice low and steady.
"Out."
The heavy door slammed shut behind them, sealing the room in silence.
Aria stood by the doorway, staring at the two people in front of her.
She used to know their faces better than her own, but now they looked strange and empty.
Alpha Gideon looked tired and beaten, shame written all over his face.
He seemed smaller than she remembered, as if guilt had taken something out of
