The heavy clang of the cell door opening shattered the oppressive silence. Elara flinched as two burly guards entered, their faces obscured by the shadows cast by the flickering torchlight.

"On your feet, wench," one of them growled, his voice like gravel. "The alpha wishes to have an audience."

Elara remained motionless, her jaw clenched in defiance. The guard's nostrils flared with anger, and he stepped forward, his meaty fist closing around the front of her tunic.

"You'll show respect when addressed," he snarled, hauling her to her feet with a violent jerk.

Elara stumbled, her legs trembling beneath her as she fought to regain her balance. The guard's putrid...