CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

Nolan’s POV

The stone corridor reeked of mildew and damp metal. Two Silverfang guards flanked me on either side. They were clearly uncomfortable with my presence. I didn’t care if they were uncomfortable. They should be afraid of me.

I had requested this inspection under the pretense of assisting Silverfang with their recent rogue issue. In truth, I was hunting one specific creature: a feral rogue with red eyes who had evaded Blood Moon’s scouts more than once. And their behavior is so much like how my father was when he went mad before his death. I needed confirmation if the rogue had passed through here.

We stopped before the heavy barred gate leading into the dungeon. Each cell held a rogue in varying states of filth and fatigue. A few cowered from the light coming in through the open door. Others watched with lifeless eyes.

I stepped forward. I scanned each prisoner. None of them matched the description. None of them had erratic energy, the cracked black veins, or the sheer feroci