The cells beneath the Shadowfang stronghold smelled of damp stone and old blood. Torches flickered along the walls casting long shadows that danced like restless spirits. Garrick sat chained to a heavy iron chair in the center of the largest cell. His wrists and ankles bound with runes Mira had etched to suppress his magic. He still wore that smug smile. The one that made my wolf want to rip his throat out.Ronan stood beside me. Arms crossed over his bare chest. Fresh bandages wrapped his side from the battle but he ignored the pain. Thorne and Seline flanked the door. Mira lingered in the corner her hands glowing faintly with healing energy ready if things turned ugly. The air felt thick with tension. Every breath carried the weight of years of lies."Start talking." Ronan ordered. His voice echoed cold and sharp. "Who is the traitor in our ranks? And what else do you know about this curse?"Garrick leaned back as much as the chains allowed. His dark eyes flicked between us. Lingeri
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