DominicThe dungeon smelled of damp stone, blood, rust, and fear.Exactly the way a prison should.I stood in the center of the underground chamber while my Beta, Henry, remained a step behind me. My warriors lined both sides of the room with their swords drawn, their expressions hard and unreadable.The rogues we had captured were chained to thick iron pillars. Their clothes were soaked with blood, and their bodies were covered with bruises from the battle.Not one of them dared to lift his head.Good.Fear was the beginning of wisdom.The moment I stepped closer, my wolf stirred inside me.Break them.Make them regret crossing our borders.I didn't answer him.Instead, I slowly removed my black leather gloves and handed them to Henry.The sound of the gloves landing in his hands echoed through the silent dungeon.Every rogue flinched.They knew exactly what that meant.I smiled faintly."So..." My voice was calm. "Which one of you wants to explain why you invaded my territory?"Sile
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