Cassien did not slow down.

Ivy struggled to keep up as he led her away from the training hall and deeper into the pack grounds. His steps were long, fast, filled with purpose. He did not look back even once.

“Where are we going?” Ivy asked.

“The dungeon,” Cassien replied.

Her steps faltered for half a second. “Why?”

“You asked for the truth,” he said. “This is where it starts.”

They moved past the outer halls, down stone steps Ivy had not walked in years. The air grew ...