ALEX’S POV,
The damp stone walls of the dungeon reeked of iron and stale, suffocating fear. Torches flickered along the narrow corridor, casting long, writhing shadows that danced against the cold iron bars.
In the deepest cell, the rogue wolf we had captured was chained securely to the wall. He was still half-shifted, his eyes bloodshot and wild, his broad chest heaving with heavy, ragged breaths as the wild adrenaline of the full moon slowly faded out of his battered system.
Ian stood beside me, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his face hardened into a mask of pure irritation and exhaustion.
"He's been dead silent about who sent him for the last twenty minutes, Alpha," Ian muttered, nodding toward the cage with a scowl.
"Doesn't matter what angle we try. It doesn't matt
