As I stood before Bryan in the cold confines of his cell, concern washed over me. Time had not been kind; his once sturdy frame had withered, and the sharp angles of his face were more pronounced from significant weight loss. His hair was matted, and his clothes hung in ragged patches, but fortunately, he bore no visible signs of physical torment.
Typically, werewolves face punishment in dark dungeons where pain is a cruel ritual, leaving marks of suffering. Yet as I scrutinized him, I found it strange that he showed no injuries. He was human, fragile compared to us, and if he had truly endured the dungeon's torment, there would be scars or bruises as proof. Instead, there was an eerie absence of evidence, raising questions about the nature of his imprisonment.
“So, you finally decided t
