Chapter 126

Emily’s POV

Another day. Another pack captured.

I stood by the window of my tower room, watching the courtyard below. My eyes were flat as I watched the rogues drag wolves through the gates like animals. Usually, the prisoners kept their heads down. They looked broken. Defeated.

But then—one familiar blond head turned sharply, openly studying the castle walls. He looked like he was sightseeing instead of walking into hell.

Marcus.

If he hadn't been looking around so shamelessly, I might not have recognized him. And beside him—Oh Goddess.

Owen?

What the hell were they doing here? My stomach turned. Then I saw who was leading them.

Ryan.

That lying bastard. I’d actually trusted him.

The second realization hit me, panic exploded through my chest. I knew what happened to prisoners here. Selection. Breaking. Execution. I spun toward the door and started pounding on the wood until my hands hurt.

“Open the