#Chapter 133: The Truth Of That Night

There are two floors that I know Caleb would take someone to interrogate them. The first is the dungeon, where he frightens and tortures. The next is the floor up from the dungeon, where interrogation rooms are set up, cold tile rooms with one-way windows like in police stations. I can’t waste time guessing incorrectly. Caleb won’t take much backtalk from Leah before he starts adding pain into the mix. Even so, the dungeon is messier. It is reserved for the lowest of the low, in morality and society. As Leah hasn’t killed anyone, and as she’s Luna of the Riverwood Pack, I take my guess that Caleb has placed her in an interrogation room and not a dungeon cell. I rush down the stairs, taking two at a time in some places to reach the correct floor. Once there, I throw open the door. When I see Tristan standing in the hallway, I know I picked the right place. He spots me instantly, then turns to face me. “You don’t want to go in there.” “Leah is my sister,” I say. “And Caleb al