Chapter 126: The Slave’s Cup

Mara’s

I lounged casually on the tall, ornate, throne-like chair placed strategically at the center of the Silverfang grand hall. One leg was crossed lazily over the other, displaying my complete ownership of the space. The vast hall that once echoed authoritatively with Alpha commands now rang only with silence—a thick, suffocating, obedient silence. Torches burned steadily along the heavy stone walls, their large flames straight and submissive, acting ...