ISABEL POV

The air in the damp dungeon suddenly felt stifling, as if the very walls were closing in on me. The guards, alerted by my shouting, had rushed towards the cell with an air of urgency, their presence looming large in the confined space. Viandrin and his cohorts, standing resolute against any perceived threat had rushed in by my shouts, but now that they saw who was the object of my shout, they assumed an air of invincibility, trying to be anywhere but where they were.

Alpha Xavier arrived at the intersection of the underground cell, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the dimly lit passageway. His gaze...