Moira’s POV

The basement prison reeks of silver and old pain, but I force myself to breathe steadily as Maya leads us down toward the maximum security cells. Her movements are fluid and confident in a way that makes my wolf restless.

"Close your eyes, Moira." Maya's voice carries that quiet authority as we pause outside the first cell. "Before we begin, you need to awaken what's sleeping inside you."

I squeeze my eyes shut, but darkness brings ...