The underground cell fell into a chilling, unnatural silence. The only sound was the faint rattling of the iron chains as Victor’s lifeless body slumped forward. The black veins that had surged across his face were already beginning to fade, leaving behind a grey, hollow husk that barely looked human. The Alpha of the North was gone, but the terror he had whispered with his final breath seemed to linger in the damp air like a toxic fog.
The Abyss.
Kael stood frozen for a long moment, his large hands still clenched into fists. His gold-flecked eyes were fixed on the dead man, searching for any sign of life, but there was nothing. The puppet had been discarded.
"Alpha, his pulse is gone," Dr. Harrison whispered, his voice trembling as he checked the body one last time. "It wasn't a heart
