Chapter 45

ESMERAY

The sight of Zayden, still naked and seated on the bare floor of his cell had me feeling nauseous. He was in bad shape, his bloody face almost unrecognizable and his body covered in several injuries. His wolf could not heal him because the walls were lined with silver. He snapped his head up to face me as soon as I was close enough, and I was grateful Draven was standing behind me. Even in this state and locked up in a cell, I was scared he’ll try to attack me.

He looked weak, but still had that viciousness in his eyes, a trait peculiar to Alpha’s. No matter the situation, they never easily give in to defeat. I had to scrunch my nose at the smell coming out from his cell and not once did I think a day will come when Zayden will be reduced to this. Where was his pride and strength now? He was but a fly in a place filled with Lycans, and no one knew him here or cared about him.

He looked slimmer than the last time I’d seen him and I briefly recalled the many