Chapter13: The letter

LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S / KELLY THOMPSON'S POV One month later, while sleeping in my damp cell, I'm startled awake by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. The door creaks open and two burly guards enter, their faces grim. "On your feet, rogue," one of them barks. "Alpha Biansky wants to see you." My heart races as they roughly haul me up and bind my hands behind my back. Over the past month, I've managed to keep a low profile, using my secret magical healing potion to recover from my injuries far faster than should have been possible. The guards have been baffled by my quick recovery, but I've offered no explanation. As they march me through the winding corridors of the fortress, my mind races with possibilities. Has Alpha Biansky finally tired of my presence and decided to execute me? Or have I unknowingly done something to anger him further? We enter a large, dimly lit chamber where Alpha Biansky sits on his imposing throne. His steel-gray eyes narrow as I'm brought before him, and