Bought by the Feral Billionaire
Forfeit. The word rang like a death knell through the frigid vault of the Great Hall.
Clara felt the world spin, the roaring fire-pits becoming a swirl of orange and black.
The Labyrinth of Shadows was a mythical horror of the northern lands, an underground network of tunnels below the stronghold where sick, feral werewolves, whose minds had been lost to the silver madness, were imprisoned.
The code for a legitimate, slow execution was to send a lone she-wolf into those dark depths. "No." Dominic growled, and the air itself seemed to turn into static with the hazardous, vibrating hiss.