Their leader

Edrand took a pause, stretching his back hunched over the wheelbarrow brimming with heavy rocks. He swiped at his temple, his hand coming up damp with sweat.

The dark, cavernous quarry was lit with lanterns overhead and sconces on the wall. It enabled Edrand to take in the hordes of bare-chested males undergoing the hard labor of crushing stones, groans spilling from their mouths.

While some were crushing the stones, as much as their strength could allow, the others stacked the broken rocks into the wheelbarrow so they'd push it to the dumping site, like Edrand was doing.

The majority of the males in the quarry were the Un

bounds, who must have been caught during their operations.

The sentinels never took it easy with any male in the quarry. They whipped, raped, and did whatever they chose with the prisoners. Especially him and his supporters.

Edrand cringed at the reminder of the punishment that had been meted out on him since being in the quarry. After all, that was strictly Draco'