I headed through the familiar hallways. This was my home for most of my life. I had memories in every corner of it. Most of them were with my grandfather and friends, but a few were with my parents.
Part of me understood Pris’ motivation, in the beginning, but she’d gone off the deep end. At some point, simple revenge turned into criminal obsession. Making a person suffer, like she did my grandfather, was more than revenge. It was crazy.
The guards were standing outside the door to the cells. They looked firm and impassive. Even I could hear the commotion behind the door, and I was all the way across the room from it.
I stopped in front of the guards. I had gone to school with one of them, the other was an older warrior. They looked at me and nodded.
“Alpha Lyall told us why you’re
