10: The dungeon

Alora’s POV

As the car rolled to a stop, I felt an icy dread settle deep in my gut. The engine cut off, and the man in the front seat shifted in his seat, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. The air felt thick, suffocating, as if the very atmosphere had turned against me.

I knew this place, even in the dim light of the early morning. The stone walls, the iron gates—it was unmistakable. My heart hammered in my chest as I stared out the window at the entrance to a place I had never thought I would see again.

The Arctic Canines dungeon.

My breath caught in my throat, and I felt a cold sweat break out across my skin. This wasn’t just a nightmare; it was a well-orchestrated trap, one that I had walked into willingly, naively, with Sienna by my side.

I had been so desperate to escape, to find safety, that I had let my guard down. And now, all that trust I’d placed in Sienna, in this stranger who had offered us a ride, felt like poison coursing through my veins.

I felt the panic rise within m