The cells beneath the pack house were exactly as I remembered them, cold and dark. The smell of damp stone and old fear lingering in the air. My body remembered this place viscerally, the silver chains that had burned my wrists, Commander Vale's cruel voice, the hopelessness of waiting for a trial I was sure would end in my execution.

Now I was walking these halls as Luna, with the Alpha at my side and guards at our backs. The power dynamic had completely reversed.

But my hands still ...