The iron door groaned open. A damp chill swept through the underground dungeon, carrying the scent of rust, blood, and decay. Lyra instinctively wrapped her arms around herself. She had never been beneath the manor before. The darkness seemed alive. "This way," Rowan said, his voice echoing through the corridor. Four elite warriors escorted them, their swords already drawn. Even they looked uneasy. At the end of the hallway, a lone prison cell stood isolated from the others. Heavy silver chains wrapped around its iron bars. Ancient runes glowed faintly across the stone floor. Inside, a single man sat with his head lowered. His wrists were shackled with silver. Blood trickled from several cuts across his body. Yet... He smiled. "My Alpha," one of the guards whispered. "He hasn't spoken since we captured him." Kael stepped forward. "Open the viewing hatch." The guard obeyed. The prisoner slowly lifted his head. His crimson eyes immediately found Lyra. For a long m
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