Cold stone walls. Rough concrete floor. The stinking smell of rotting hay. The dim incandescent bulb swaying above our heads.
The lowest level of this Tower for mad wolves became our final destination.
A thick cold iron chain locked me and Kael together. Each end was driven deep into the damp wall.
Kael had spent half his life at the top of the world. He had never tasted suffering like this. When the guards came in with the mash of rotten meat dusted with wolfsbane crumbs, he glared at them through clouded eyes and tried to put the Alpha posture back on.
"How dare you low-class wolves..."
He didn't finish. The guard grabbed him by the hair and slapped him left and right. Several loud, ringing slaps echoed in the cell.
Kael's cheeks swelled up high. Blood welled at the corner of his m
