Maya's POV

The stone walls of the Blackwood castle dungeon were exactly as cold and unforgiving as I remembered from the stories whispered by pack members. I'd never expected to experience them firsthand.

The cell they'd locked me in was clean, I had to give them that. A small bed, a toilet, even a tiny window that let in slivers of sunlight during the day. But it was still a cage.

"For your own protection," Stephen had said when they'd brought me here three days ago. His voice ...