Chapter 58 - Chapter 58

The air inside the psycho Alpha's office always felt wrong. Heavy. Suffocating. It was a place that seemed to hold its own kind of darkness like the walls themselves had soaked up too many secrets, too many screams, too much of the Alpha's fury. I stood by the table, my hands trembling as I carefully placed the porcelain teacups onto the silver tray. Aunt Elizabeth, his father's only sister and one of the few people who dared confront him, sat across from three of the Elders. Their wrinkled faces were tight with unease, their eyes darting nervously toward the heavy oak door that stood like a barrier between them and freedom. The atmosphere was tense, each breath weighted with fear, and I knew why. They had come for her the girl in the dungeon. The one whose broken cries haunted me every night. The one who had already lost the use of her legs because of him.