Mira's POVThe dungeons of Redmoon Pack were everything nightmares were made of.Dark. Cold. Filled with the stench of blood and despair.I descended the stone steps with the stolen sword gripped tightly in my hand, every sense on high alert. Torches flickered along the walls, casting shadows that danced like demons.Somewhere down here, they had Ramona.I could hear voices echoing from deeper in the dungeon male, rough, punctuated by a woman's muffled cry.No.I moved faster, rounding a corner to find two guards standing outside a cell. Inside, I could see Ramona tied to a chair, her face already bruised and bloodied.And standing over her, fist raised for another blow, was Kennedy."Last chance," he was saying. "Tell me about Thea. How do you know her? What is she hiding?""I don't know anyone named Thea," Ramona sobbed. "Please, I swear "His fist connected with her jaw, and she cried out.Red filled my vision.I didn't think. Didn't plan. Just acted.I burst into the corridor, and
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