Venus's POV
The guards don't stop me as I walk into the dungeons. But my mind is filled with images of Alonso going somewhere with another woman that's not me. I try my best keeping in mind that Michael doesn't know about Alonso and I being mates, but still it hurts to even think about it.
Once in the far end of the dungeon which is super isolated and no one in sight, I stand at the door to the division that Theo is kept in. I put on some gloves and a coat before opening the locks of the huge silver door. The coat is mandatory to anyone who enters this part of the dungeon because it is silver everywhere. It prevents a werewolf from shifting and thus chops off the possibility of running away by fifty percent.
Theo is sleeping on the floor, hugging himself and occasionally tugging at the huge heavy iron chains surrounding his arms and legs. My mind then gives me images of the first time I saw him in The Ocean Howlers Pack. The way he winked at me. The way he took me out to see the bea
