Betrayed by Blood~
Xander sat slumped in the corner of his cell, his back pressed against the cold, damp wall. The air was suffocating, thick with the stench of pee and sweat. His body ached from the brutal beating he'd received, his bandaged stump throbbed painfully. He stared blankly at the floor, his mind a jumbled bubble of anger, confusion, and bitterness.
The sound of footsteps echoed down the stone corridor slowly. Xander's head snapped up, his wolf stirring faintly despite his exhaustion. The guards had already changed shifts earlier—this wasn't them.
He forced himself to stand, his legs trembling as he moved toward the bars. His remaining hand gripped the cold metal tightly, his gaze fixed on the shadowy figure approaching.
When the person finally stepped into the dim light, Xander's face hardened.
"You?"
