TYLA'S POV The dungeon was everything you’d imagine it to be.It was cold, damp, and heavy with despair. The stone walls felt like they were closing in with each breath I took, and the air reeked of mildew and old blood. Chains clinked in the distance, some from other prisoners… others, I wasn’t sure.The guards didn’t say a word as they dragged me down the winding stone steps. I begged, pleaded, screamed… until my voice turned hoarse and my legs gave way.“Please…” I whispered, “I’m not a threat…I’m carrying a child.”But they ignored me. One of them shoved open a rusted iron gate and tossed me inside like I was a sack of trash. I hit the stone floor with a cry, my arms instinctively curling around my stomach.The door slammed shut behind me, echoing like a final judgment.I lay still for a while, trying to calm my breathing as Pain radiated through my side and my head throbbed, but it was the silence from my wolf, Lyra, that hurt the most.“Lyra,” I called softly. “Please ta
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