Dante’s POV
The cell was designed to humble, the irony was that I had helped build this cell. It was my idea to make it like that and it was created to break even the strongest of wolves. I just never imagined that one day I would be the one in this cell and on the verge of death. The place made me feel uneasy, Selene's faint scent still clung onto the place but the reality that she wasn’t here hit me hard.
It wasn’t the chains I had broken stronger restraints before. It was the quiet. The way the stone swallowed sound, the way time stretched until it lost meaning. No windows. No sense of night or day. Just the slow drip of water somewhere beyond the wall and the steady erosion of will.
I sat with my back against the cold stone, forearms resting on my knees, head bowed not in submissio
