Chapter 123: Shadows of the Night

Adele’s Point of View The dungeon reeked of dampness and mold, a smell that seemed to cling to everything. Despite the werewolves’ attempts to provide me with proper food and a clean cell, their efforts were a farce to me. They cloaked their intentions under a guise of civility, but their hypocrisy was glaring. What use was their pretense of kindness? In the end, I knew they wanted to pry open my mind, to extract whatever secrets lay buried there. They called themselves a civilized society, yet they were nothing more than the byproduct of ancient witches’ failed experiments. I lay on the hard cot in the cell, staring blankly at the stone ceiling. How much longer would I have to endure this farce before they decided I was of no use? A week, perhaps? No more than that, surely. The blood curse that bound me would ensure I could not betray my master, no matter how severe their interrogation methods. But the thought of dying didn’t trouble me. In fact, I welcomed it. If I died,