Emily's POV
The dungeon was colder than I thought it would be, a damp, oppressive chill that seeped into my bones. I sat huddled in the corner of my small cell, knees tucked under my chin, as my eyes scanned the darkness. The air reeked of mildew and rot, mingling with a faint metallic tang that I could only guess was dried blood.
I couldn't stop staring at the red door.
The torture room.
Everyone in the Shadowcrest Pack knew what happened behind it. It wasn't a room—it was a death sentence. Wolves taken inside often came out missing pieces of themselves. If you were lucky, it was just a finger or toe. The unlucky ones never returned at all. Instead, their execution followed days later in the public square, with the pack chanting and howling as the bodies burned.
My stomach churned, a
