Chapter 113

Bas POV

2 Years

The room was dark and cold, the only light coming from a small, barred window high up on the wall. My hands were bound by heavy iron chains that cut into my wrists, and my body was weakened by the wolfsbane that coursed through my veins. Every movement sent waves of pain through me, and I felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion. The only thing that kept me from slipping into despair was the thought of her.

Her beautiful face, her hazel eyes staring deep into my soul—Becca. I missed her so much. How long had it been? A year? No, probably two. My father had locked me up, chained in this cell, a punishment for my defiance. The days had blurred together in this dark place, each one as torturous as the last.

The sound of jingling keys broke through the silence, and the door creaked open. A shadowy figure stepped inside, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls. The man's hands moved with practiced ease as he reached for the chains, and then I heard a click. The relief w