CHAPTER 7: A TRAP OR A TRAITOR?
I had no idea where we were headed, only that we were still within the cursed veins of the Blood Moon Pack’s territory. The path twisted through a part of the prison I never knew existed—a labyrinth hidden beneath the surface like a rotting wound under a pale skin.
We trudged past cells caked with filth and blood, where the forgotten lay curled in corners like shadows of men. Rogues and dismembered wolves bared their teeth as we passed, snarling through missing jaws and torn throats. But none dared speak.
My stomach turned violently.
It was a sight straight out of a nightmare—a hell crafted by our own hands.
“Did we…do this?” I murmured, voice barely audible.
Guilt struck like lightning, sudden and searing. I had once agreed to imprison captured rogues
