Author's POV
The main prison levels stretched before them like a nightmare given form.
Rows of cells lined the walls, each containing a wolf in various stages of breaking. Some were newly captured, their eyes still burning with defiance. Others had been here for years, their spirits crushed, their bodies skeletal. And a few—the worst of them—sat in the corners of their cells, their eyes empty, their minds already gone.
Valerie stopped at the first cell, her hand pressing against the bars. "We have to free them. All of them."
Knox caught her arm, his voice low and urgent. "We can't. The mission..."
"I know what the mission is." She turned to him, her eyes blazing. "But we can't leave them here. We can't just walk past them like they don't exist."
Knox looked at the prisoners—the hollo
