Betrayed by Blood
The dungeon was dimly lit, with the smell of pee and sweat filling the air. Cain walked down the stairs, his boots echoing. Callum followed closely behind, his expression neutral, though the tension in his body was visible.
A guard rushed up to them, his eyes wide, "Alpha, you're here," he exclaimed.
Cain looked around, his face stoic. He hadn't been to this part of the dungeon in a very long time. He glanced at the guard, "Where is he?" he asked, his voice sharp.
The guard stiffened, his gaze flickering to Callum who stood behind Cain. Callum's eyes narrowed, motioning to the guard.
"The intending warrior is in cell 45, Alpha," the guard replied.
"Bring him out," Cain ordered.
The guard nodded quickly, bowing his head before rushing deeper into the dungeon. Cain remained still, his piercing green eyes scanning the dimly lit corridor. The faint sounds of chains rattling and muffled groans echoed around him.
