Betty's POV. 

The walk to the prison felt like a funeral procession.Our group had swelled—Damien, Alpha lorcan, and two of his wolves, Claire, me, and a handful of guards. 

No one spoke as we descended into the lower levels, but I could feel the tension radiating off Alpha Lorcan like heat.

He was still angry, and still suspicious, but there was something else now too.  

The beginning of understanding that something was very wrong here.

The guards at the prison entrance opened the ...