*Starblood Pack — Dungeons, Night*

The dungeons had grown colder since winter crept through Starblood’s lands. Moisture slicked the stones, dripping from the vaulted ceiling in a steady rhythm that marked time like a cruel clock. Somewhere far above, the pack’s stronghold pulsed with life… wolves eating, laughing, patrolling… but down here, the air was stagnant.

Lesley traced a finger through the dust near her cot, the silver shackles around her ankles scraping at the raw skin ...