Dravina POV
The moment we reached the stronghold, I was thrown into a cell. I'd never expected kindness, but part of me had clung to the fragile hope of a shred of mercy.
They took my bag. Dread coiled in my gut as I imagined them rifling through it cash and two spare outfits. Nothing else. It screamed guilt. Who runs from rogues with just money and a change of clothes? It didn't paint the picture of a desperate escapee. It made me look like a thief. Or worse.
Hopelessness settled over me like a storm cloud. I’d escaped one prison only to land in another.
Cassian’s fury had always been a slow burn, torture stretched over years. But this? This place this pack I didn’t know how quickly they’d choose to end me. Alphas didn’t tolerate liars, and I’d already told more than one lie.
I sat i
