Zayn held Lily’s hand as they descended the narrow stone staircase that led to the dungeons. The air was damp and musty, just as she remembered. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she wrinkled her nose from the stench.
Dungeons held nothing but horrible memories for Lily. Hours curled in corners under darkness, waiting for death or punishment. Lily froze, unable to take another step forward.
Zayn turned back.
“You have nothing to fear,” He said gently, voice filled with warmth, “Trust me, Lily.”
Lily stared at his outstretched hand. Taking in a deep breath, she nodded as she put one foot forward. Then another.
When they reached the bottom, a long corridor stretched before them, lined with cell doors. Two guards immediately straightened and rose to their feet.
“Alpha,” They acknowledged in unison.
They were stunned to see Lily, too.
“Luna,” They greeted her too.
Lily gave them a small nod.
“We’re here to see the dog,” Zayn declared.
