Chapter 107 The Dungeon Trap
- Lupita's Pov
- The dungeon stank of mould and rusted chains. I could taste the damp stone on my tongue as I paced, restless, my wolf clawing for air. Ronan stood like a wall, arms folded across his chest, jaw tight. Liora leaned against the far wall, her face pale but her eyes sharp.
- We shouldn’t have trusted them. I knew it. Every step into Crescent Moon had reeked of betrayal.