Ace's POV
We stood in front of the massive black-glowing cage, its dark magic radiating oppressive energy that made my wolf bristle. The moonlight illuminated the prisoners inside—villagers, travelers, merchants, and food suppliers. Some were unconscious, while others were awake but too weak to speak. Their frail forms and hollow eyes were a stark reminder of the cruelty they had endured.
My anger surged, a fiery heat coursing through my veins. How could these stray werewolves do this to their own kind? The betrayal was unfathomable.
"This sight is terrible. They're too weak," Kai said, his voice heavy.
"Those bandits deserve the worst punishment for this!" Colt growled, his fists clenched.
Ray stepped forward, his orange eyes blazing as he turned to the witch. "Did you feed them properly?!" he demanded, his voice sharp and accusing.
