Irina’s POV
The guard’s grip was like iron on my arm, his fingers digging into the flesh still tender from months of labor. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, trapped bird.
“Let me go! I’ve done nothing!” I struggled, but his strength was immense. An immovable force dragged me away from the hallway that led to freedom toward the dark, descending stairs of the dungeon.
“Save your breath, traitor,” the guard grunted, his voice devoid of any sympathy. “The Alpha’s daughter is screaming your name. That’s all the evidence we need.”
No. No, no, no.
If I let them drag me to the dungeon, I’m not going to escape. Julie will get me killed. I have to do something!
I threw my head to the side and bit his hand, sinking my teeth into the grimy, salt-crusted skin until I tasted the meta
