|| Third-party POV ||

The dungeon beneath the Reventhorn castle smelled of damp stone and wolfsbane. The dim yellow lights flickered along the rough-hewn walls, casting long shadows that danced like specters across the floor. Alpha King and Benson strode through the dungeon. The air grew colder with each descent.

At the end of the narrow corridor stood a heavy iron door. Two guards flanked it, their faces grim in the torchlight.

"She hasn't stopped crying," one guard ...