Zeke marched into the village dungeon, the air thick with the damp, earthy scent of the underground setting where criminals were locked up for interrogation and punishment. The flickering torches cast long, wavering shadows on the stone walls. After the incident by the springs, Zeke's determination to uncover his father’s secret had only intensified.
“You are facing Alpha Prince Zeke of the West Wood Pack, show your respect!” the guard barked as Zeke entered the room.
Inside, a massive wooden table stood between two sturdy chairs. The captured rogue before him looked younger than the others, with fiery red hair and piercingly cold eyes. When he glanced up at Zeke, he let out a derisive scoff.
Zeke sat down, his gaze unwavering. “This shouldn’t be hard for either of us. I need you to tel
