ISADORA POV

The dungeon's cold and damp atmosphere wrapped around us like a suffocating embrace as Alpha Jack's men led Lisa and me down a set of stone steps. The torchlight flickered on the rough-hewn walls, casting eerie shadows that danced around us.

"Welcome to your temporary abode!" one of the men sneered, his tone dripping with mockery.

I exchanged a glance with Lisa, a mixture of frustration and unease bubbling within me. "Temporary or not, we don't belong here," I retorted, my voice laced with defiance.

Another man chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, the Luna of Aeloria speaks," he taunted. "How poetic. Pity the Alpha's...