Luna of the North
There are several holding cells down here, most of them dusty and unused, except for the last one at the very end.
That one, I’m familiar with all too well.
“Please,” I sob. “I-I’ll get rid of it.”
“It’s too late for that,” he says, unlocking the door. “You’ve done the damage. It can’t be undone.”
“Alpha, I swear it meant nothing,” I lie. “I promise.”
He throws me into the cell, yanking the door shut behind me. The grinding of the locking mechanism causes me to flinch.
“The next time I see you,” he says, walking back to the stairs, “you’ll be someone else’s problem.”