The dungeon’s stench clung to Kael’s clothes—blood, sweat, and something damp that made his wolf restless. He barely noticed it. His attention was locked on the last guard still standing, the pathetic excuse of a man who now trembled under his stare.
The other guards were already down. Some groaning, others unconscious, crumpled against the walls where he and Davon had left them.
But this one? This one knew something.
Kael took a slow, measured step forward. The iron scent of Nia’s blood still tainted the air, winding through his senses like a snare. His control was a thread away from snapping.
"Tell me what you saw." His voice was low. Cold.
The guard flinched, his breath coming short. “I—I don’t know.”
Kael tilted his head, unimpressed.
"Try again."
The guard swallowed hard, his
