Melody's POVThe air in the dungeon was thick with foreboding, heavy with tension. The air smelled faintly of wet stone, iron, and fear's memory. Shadows danced against the walls as the torches guttered low, their flames dancing like agitated spirits. No one uttered a word. Not even the guards, who were typically loud and indifferent, stood stiff and still, waiting.Alpha Don sat at the middle of the dark room, his wrists tied in silver cuffs that sparkled in the dim light. His tranquil attitude was unnerving, nearly defiant in the midst of his imprisonment. Opposite him, Alpha Andrew's face was difficult to decipher—between anger, incredulity, and grudging concern.At last, shattering the silence that had lasted too long, Alpha Andrew's deep voice reverberated within the room."Are you certain of this?" my father queried, his voice low, tranquil, but tinged with warning.Alpha Don regarded him steadily. "What do you think?" he countered, leaning back in his chair with a slight, knowi
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