Chapter 162 The Execution Of The Patriarch

• ROY’S POV
• The silver-lined walls of the subterranean dungeon did not just hold a prisoner; they choked the very essence of the wolf. The air down here was thick with the suffocating, metallic tang of the bars, a constant, low-grade burn that buzzed against my skin and kept my senses entirely dulled.
• Because of the high-security protocol ordered by the Council, Pius and I had been placed in adjacent holding cells, separated only by a thick grid of reinforced iron bars.