Cain burst in then, his eyes light, his cheeks flushed as he ran a hand through his hair, tucking in his loose linen shirt.
“I’ll handle Brax, you guys go deal with the prisoner. He won’t be conscious for long. The wolves are all starting to take bets.” He shook his head, then rolled up his sleeves.
I looked at Derik, who nodded once. That was all I needed. I gave Brax a kiss goodbye, then moved under Derik’s arm as he led me to where they kept prisoners.
It was down; that was the only true direction I had. There were so many corners and stairs I was almost convinced we were lost.
And then the stairway opened up into a row of cells, and I sucked in a breath. There was a man, pinned to a wall by shackles and nails, shirtless, bleeding, his glare still there but almost empty.
I rus
