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Bardhyl trots over and nudges his head into my side. I reach out, looping an arm over the back of his neck, drawing him to me. He’s burning hot against me, his fur splattered with blood.

Lucien pulls away first, breaking our embrace, and as much as I want to protest, I know we’re in danger the longer we remain here. “We need to go now,” he says.

Time with them is always too short, and my gut churns with concern. “We need to find Dušan first.”

“Down in the dungeon below us. Bet that prick Mad tossed him in there.” Lucien takes my hand and leads me to the door, Bardhyl at my back, and I take one last glance at the guard at the end of the room. He’s slumped against the wall, not making a sound, but his huge eyes are staring at us, his empty gaze haunting and terrified.

Bardhyl left him alive on purpose because he had to have known these Ash Wolves made a massive mistake in betraying Dušan, yet he believed this man could repent.

Fear makes people desperate, and that’s when shit goes sideways. But everyone fucks up sometimes. I misjudged all Alphas for so long, while Bardhyl lives with the agony of those he killed back in his home town in Denmark.

I glance back at my Viking mate still in wolf form, following close on my heels, and while everyone might see him as a terrifying warrior, I see someone else.

Someone who might be trying to atone for his past mistakes.

We all step out of the prison, my heartbeat quickly rising. Just as we swing toward the descending curving steps, a loud thud comes from down below.

Footfalls slap the stone floor, and panic races down my spine.

Lucien’s hold around my hand tightens, and he’s flying up the stairs, me in tow, and Bardhyl alongside us. He growls low to himself.

As we run away before detection, Dušan floods my mind, and I can’t stop the images of him lying down there being tortured from playing in my mind. And I hate myself for leaving him behind.

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