Chapter 115:

Marcus

The cell was darker than any place Alpha Marcus had ever been held before, and the magical chains binding his wrists drained his strength with a slow deliberate efficiency that left him weaker with each passing hour. He'd lost track of how many days he'd been imprisoned here, the darkness making time meaningless and the pain making consciousness something he couldn't fully maintain for long stretches.

Footsteps echoed down the stone corridor outside his cell and Marcus ...