The dungeon beneath the Crimson Fang pack house was cold, damp, and dimly lit by flickering lights along the stone walls. The air carried the scent of iron and stale moisture, and every sound echoed heavily through the narrow corridors.
Alpha Asher walked slowly down the stone steps, the weight of everything that had happened pressing down on his shoulders.
He had avoided this place for days.
Avoided him.
But some questions could no longer remain unanswered.
Two guards stood outside the last iron cell. They straightened immediately when they saw him.
“Alpha.”
Asher nodded once. “Leave us.”
The guards hesitated for only a moment before obeying. Their footsteps faded as they moved up the stairs, leaving only the dripping water and distant echoes behind.
Asher stepped forward and loo
