Back in Silver. Away from the beauty of the pack and deep underground where only the criminals and offenders were kept and broken down. The cries of men being tortured echoed through the space in waves, bouncing off the stone walls and coming back distorted.
Even the floor of the dungeon was pooled with blood in places, the kind that soaked into the soles of shoes and left stains that wouldn't come clean, and the stench in the air was something that sat on the tongue long after you left.
"Let me out of here! I need to speak to your Alpha!" Evan's hoarse voice cried out to the men standing in the shadows of the dark dungeon where he had been locked away without sunlight or any of the luxuries an Alpha of his standing deserved.
To make matters worse, his Luna had been thrown in here alongside him, and every hour of every day they were lashed and sprinkled with wolfsbane until their skin felt like it was peeling from their bones.
