Aurora pov

I trailed behind Alpha Manuel as we descended the cold, winding stairs into the basement. The heavy scent of damp stone and rust filled my nose, dragging me back to memories of when I was locked up here. I wished I could forget those memories.

The basement wasn’t just a prison, it was an underground labyrinth capable of holding over a thousand captives. Sentencing someone here was worse than condemning them to death. Both humans and werewolves suffered under brutal ...