Second Chance for the Barren Luna (Talia and Jason) novel Chapter 36

Nolan’s POV

The stone corridor reeked of mildew and damp metal. Two Silverfang guards flanked me on either side. They were clearly uncomfortable with my presence.

Good. I didn’t care if they were uncomfortable. They should be afraid of me.

I had requested this inspection under the pretense of assisting Silverfang with their recent rogue issue. In truth, I was hunting one specific creature: a feral rogue with red eyes who had evaded Blood Moon’s scouts more than once. Its erratic behavior and the cracked black veins all reminded me of my father before he went mad.

We stopped before the heavy barred gate that led deeper into the dungeon. The guards pushed it open, hinges groaning. The stench intensified, rotting flesh mixed with sweat and fear.

Each cell held a rogue in varying states of filth and fatigue. A few cowered from the light coming in through the open door. Others watched with lifeless eyes.

I stepped forward, and the rogues reacted instantly. A few flinched and shrank back into the shadows. Others tried to hold my gaze, their eyes defiant but faltering when my wolf stirred under my skin. One by one, their eyes dropped, their bodies trembling with the weight of my Alpha aura.

My wolf pushed forward eagerly. He wanted to tear into them, to prove dominance. I reined him back in. ‘No,’ I told him.

I walked slowly down the corridor. Cell after cell, the same story repeated. Lifeless eyes. Filthy rags clinging to skeletal frames. The hollow stares of wolves who had long since given up and those that hadn’t realized they were not getting out alive.. I scanned each of them carefully, searching for the signs I remembered: the frenzied energy, the red gleam in the eyes, the black veins. None of them matched.

This was a waste of my time.

“I’m done here,” I said, turning away.

“Alpha Ryker,” a hoarse voice rasped.

I froze. The name made the guards stiffen. Slowly, I turned toward the sound. It had come from the very last cell.

I glanced at the guard. “I will speak with him alone.”

The guard frowned. “He’s senile. An old rogue who mutters nonsense.”

I let my Alpha aura flare. “Do not make me repeat myself.”

The guards stiffened, exchanged nervous looks, then backed up to the far end of the corridor. Still close enough to watch me, but out of earshot.

I walked to the last cell. The man inside sat slumped on the straw-covered floor, thin and sickly. His face was almost hidden beneath a wild, matted beard, but unlike the others, his clothes were clean. That detail caught my attention immediately. Someone was keeping him in better condition than the rest. That fact alone made me even more curious.

The old man lifted his head to look at me.

“Alpha?” he rasped. “Alpha Ryker?”

“I’m not Ryker,” I responded. “Who are you?”

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