MAGNUS AND LILITH'S PLAN
Magnus's POV
The sound of her coughing was pathetic. The damp, mildew-stained air of the dungeon clung to her skin, her wrists were rubbed raw by chains, and her face was mottled with fresh bruises, but she still had the same stubborn, unbreakable pride in her eyes as her son. That quiet defiance even after ten years.
I crouched in front of her, tilting my head. "Do you still think you're going to walk out of here with your pride intact, former Luna of Blackwood Pack?"
Her jaw clenched, but she didn't answer. She has barely said a word to me since the day I dragged her here ten years ago. That was fine. Silence gave me more room to talk.
I drew my fist back slowly, and the chains around her wrists clinked with a whisper as she braced for the blow.
