Sky

The iron door slams shut behind us with a hollow, final clang that echoes down the stone corridor.

The sound settles into my bones.

The familiar smells of dirt, rust, and sweat press against my skull like a foot. Every moment of this place reminds me of what it felt like to be helpless.

What Elira took from me and so many others.

My Lycan presses forward inside me, hackles raised, teeth bared. Cage, he growls. Break it.

“I’m working on it,” I mutter under my breath.

The holding cell smells like stale earth, mildew, and fear. Old blood lingers beneath the dampness. Chains hang from one wall, bolted...