Chapter 142 You will regret this

Kieran’s POV  The darkness swallowed me whole, the oppressive silence broken only by the faint drip of water echoing through the damp, stone corridors. The air was thick with the scent of mold, sweat, and something else—something bitter and metallic. My wrists and ankles were chained tightly, wolf’s bane biting into my flesh with every movement. The cold metal pressed against my skin like a shackle of shame, a reminder that I was no longer the predator but prey.   The heavy iron door swung open with a groan, its hinges protesting as two rough guards dragged me into the dim, cavernous dungeon. I stumbled forward, my body aching from the fight, from the betrayal, from the humiliation. My head hung low, eyes fixed on the uneven floor, but I was far from defeated. I was only biding my time.   The guards threw me against the wall with a sickening thud that rattled through my bones. I grimaced but refused to cry out. My pride was too stubborn for that. They roughly secured the shackles aroun