134: Dungeon and magic

Rune’s POV

I awoke to the cold, hard floor beneath me. The air was damp, thick with the smell of mildew, and a deep, unsettling silence hung in the room. My wrists felt heavy, and as I stirred, the clanking of chains echoed in the darkness.

I blinked against the dim light, groaning as I tried to move. My wrists and ankles were bound, chained to the wall with heavy, enchanted shackles. I pulled against them instinctively, the cool metal biting into my skin, and that’s when it hit me… I was in the dungeon!!

How dare they?!

They actually put me here. The witches. Eirlys and Morrigan. I knew they were going to do something, but I didn’t think they’d be so bold as to use their magic against me, the Alpha.

The fucking Alpha. The chains were glowing faintly, and I could feel the magic humming through them, pulsing against my skin, keeping me trapped.

The humiliation of it made my blood boil. I wasn’t just some rogue or common threat. I was Rune, Alpha of the most powerful pack, and yet