Eran POV
The cell never truly went quiet.
Even when the halls above settled and the guards’ footsteps faded into memory, the stones still breathed. They held sound and the echoes of wolves who had been dragged down here and left to rot. I’d woken some time ago, my body stiff and screaming, the dull ache running deep beneath my skin like a second pulse.
Pain I could handle.
It was the denial that sat heavier.
I paced the length of the cell, boots scraping against the floor, chains at my wrists clinking softly as I moved. Every step sent a jolt through my ribs, my shoulder protesting where it had been wrenched back too far. Lincoln hadn’t been gentle. He never was when he’s carrying out Eryx orders.
My brother had done it again.
Locked me away. Stripped me of freedom with a single com
