“Don’t bother screaming, little wolf. No one is coming for you.”

The voice was cold, sharp as iron, and threaded with dark amusement. Caelira’s pulse pounded in her ears, but she clenched her jaw, refusing to show fear. The damp, shadowed room seemed to close around her, the scent of old blood and sweat suffocating. She had lost track of how long she had been here..locked away, starved, dragged from one filthy cell to another.

She thought she’d die in this darkness.

Until the iron ...