Chapter 397: Did You Leave My Sister To Die?
The path to the dungeons lay beneath the eastern wing of the pack compound, half-hidden behind a row of old stone archways buried with snow that most people barely remembered existed anymore.
Brynhild walked it without hesitation. Daniel and the others just let her do what she wanted to do. There was no need to stop her, after all.
The air changed the deeper she went.
It grew colder—not the natural chill of stone underground, but the heavy, stagnant cold of a place long abandoned by purpose. Torches burned low along the walls, their flames weak and wavering, casting crooked shadows that stretched like grasping fingers across damp stone floors. Dust clung to the corners of the ceiling in thick webs, disturbed only when footsteps echoed too loudly.
The dungeons had once been a place of judgment.
