Chapter 41

Enzo's POV

I dragged Tricia down to the cell block, her eyes welling up with tears as she cast desperate glances back at my father's stern face. “Please, Enzo!” she begged, her voice cracking. “Don’t do this. I’ll do anything! I don’t belong down here. I’m too good for these disgusting conditions! I’ll get ill from all these germs!” Her shrieks echoed off the stone walls.

I remained resolute. She had betrayed our pack and family, and now she had to face the consequences. As we descended into the dark, damp cells, the air grew thick with the odor of mold and decay. Tricia's eyes darted nervously around, taking in the cold, rigid walls and the rough stone floors, each step weighing heavy with the reality of her actions.

I stopped before a cell, its metal bars gleaming in the dim light, and pushed Tricia inside. She stumbled forward, panic flooding her features as she reached out for me. “Enzo, please!” she cried, her voice cracking with desperation.

I faced her