The dungeon was dark and husky.

Arian felt a mix of emotions when he saw the moonlight strips gradually creep into the room.

The silver chain had been off his wrist and ankles, too. But some part of him didn't want to be happy and all-knowing yet.

“Get up!” the man screamed, as if Arian was five yards away from him.

Arian did as he was told. He had seen enough brutality earlier that day and wasn't about to get himself in any trouble. At least not yet.

His inner wolf had regained a little strength. A part of him wanted to just gut this man and run like his...