The mud was a cold, wet coffin against my skin.Two burly guards hauled me through the underbrush, their grips like iron vices on my arms. My feet dragged uselessly over roots and stones, but I barely felt the pain. My entire world had narrowed down to the sound of my son’s screams, which were fading into the distance as they dragged him the opposite way."Daddy! Daddy, help!"Sayler’s voice cracked, high and terrified, before it was abruptly cut off by the slamming of a heavy steel door. The dungeon. They had thrown my four-year-old son into the silver cells.A howl tore from my throat, raw and guttural. "Sayler!""Shut your mouth, rogue," one of the guards spat, backhanding me across the face. My head snapped to the side, copper filling my mouth. "The Alpha has spoken. You’re dog food."He threw me forward. I landed hard, skidding across a patch of gravel that tore at my dress and skin. We were at the edge of the Pit—a deep, ravine-like crater where the pack kept their feral, untama
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