Karyme POV:
The dungeon dripped water. I lay in the dark, my wolf gone.
Jalen. Crushed by the father he wanted to meet.
The door opened. Archie stood there with Faustina.
"Where is my son's body?" I rasped.
"Scavengers have it," Archie said cold. "Stop the delusions. It was a rogue dog."
"It was your flesh."
"Enough!" Archie roared. "Faustina told me everything. The rogues confessed. You paid them to defile her."
"You are a fool, Archie."
"An eye for an eye," Archie muttered.
He stepped aside. Four prisoners stepped into the light. Feral rogues, eyes wild with hunger.
"She is yours," Archie said.
"Archie? No! I am your Luna!"
"Not anymore."
He walked out. The bars slammed shut.
I backed into the corner. When the first hand grabbed me, I didn't fight. I disconnected.
I stared at a crack in the ceiling.
One. Two. Three.
I imagined Jalen holding my hand.
I severed my connection to the Goddess. I was just a shell.
