The guards nodded without hesitation, their cold, pale hands gripping my arms again to lead me out of the room. My stomach twisted, not just at the punishment, but at the cold finality in Idris’s tone. His words struck me like a slap, sharp and unforgiving. Yet, there was a flicker of something buried deep in his dark eyes—a crack in his otherwise impenetrable mask, a fleeting trace of conflict that made my heart pound with a mix of hope and dread.
As they dragged me through the endless corridors of the pack’s fortress—though I knew this was no ordinary wolf pack, but a den of ancient, predatory werewolves—Harriet’s cruel laughter echoed faintly behind me. The sound was chilling, like nails scraping against old wood, and it cut through the silence with cruel precision. I gritted my teeth,
