The prisoners didn't speak at first.
They were dragged into the holding cells beneath the compound just before midnight—four Bloodcrest wolves, bound in iron restraints, their injuries treated just enough to keep them alive.
Selene stood outside the cell bars, arms folded, watching them in silence.
Beside her, Silas leaned against the stone wall, his presence heavy and controlled. Kai paced back and forth like a restless storm, while Rowan stood still, observing everything.
The air in the underground chamber felt different.
Tighter.
More dangerous.
Because now, they weren't guessing anymore.
Now they had proof.
"Which one talks first?" Kai asked, cracking his knuckles.
Selene didn't answer immediately.
Her gaze moved slowly across the prisoners.
One glared back defiantly.
One looked terrified.
One was bleeding too much to stand.
And the last…
Was watching her.
Carefully.
That one.
Selene stepped forward.
"You," she said quietly.
The wolf smirked faintly.
"Me."
