Rosemary left after offering me a deal she thought no werewolf would reject especially when an axe was hanging on his neck.I did not promise her to obey. But, she was already sure, I was going to compromise for the sake of my petty life.However, after she left, I was not left alone. The guard came back. This time he informed, "Prisoner 402, you have a visitor here."I could not help but wonder who it could be. Missandre? Impossible. No one was allowed to meet me other than my blood relative.Before I could reach any conclusion, the heavy iron door of the dungeon groaned on its hinges, and the footsteps that followed were heavy, rhythmic, and painfully familiar.I looked up as the shadow of my father, Alpha Silas, stretched across the damp stone floor.My face turned pale instantly. I could only assume my father's fury, his disappointment at me.I clutched my hands tightly, expecting him to demand how I could be so careless, how I could let a high-ranking lady corner me into a scanda
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