Morning light cut obliquely through the narrow, high-set iron window at the top of the stone wall, slicing into the dead quiet of the dungeon and casting a stark, dust-speckled streak of illumination across the damp floorboards.Gareth was already awake.Bare-chested, he sat on the edge of the hard stone slab with his back to the heavy iron door. The broad, powerful contours of his spine were pulled taut as a drawn bow, his defined back muscles rising and falling with every heavy, labored breath.Though the violent, feral heat of the previous night had receded, his body still radiated a suffocating, feverish warmth.The titanium collar around his throat remained brutally embedded in his flesh. Dried, dark-red crusts of blood caked his pale, muscular shoulders, while his long, silver-grey hair spilled messily over his back, half-concealing his drooping wolf ears.Clang.The heavy iron door swung open with a dull, echoing groaning sound that shattered the morning silence.Evelyn stepped
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