*Starblood Pack ---- Dungeon, Late Night*

The Starblood dungeons smelled of rust. Water dripped steadily from somewhere deep in the tunnels, each drop echoing like a countdown in Lesley's ears. Moonlight from the narrow slit of a window pooled faintly on the floor, a thin silver blade that mocked her captivity.

She sat cross--legged on her cot, wrists raw where silver cuffs had bitten her skin over weeks. Beside her cell, Aria perched on her own bench, chin propped on her hands, ...