Kieran’s POV 

The darkness swallowed me whole, the oppressive silence broken only by the faint drip of water echoing through the damp, stone corridors. The air was thick with the scent of mold, sweat, and something else—something bitter and metallic. My wrists and ankles were chained tightly, wolf’s bane biting into my flesh with every movement. The cold metal pressed against my skin like a shackle of shame, a reminder that I was no longer the predator but ...