Bronx’s POV

 

“Come on, man. It’s been a month. We're sick of this shit. If this is your order, if this is truly what you want, then man the fuck up and come to the dungeon so you can see your damn handy work,” Milo’s steel-gray eyes bore into me, “ Like you said, you don’t give a fuck anymore, so prove it. Come see what you're doing.”

 

“Watch your tone, Milo,” I stand up, growling at him.

 

“Look, Bronx, you can come with us right now or you can find Blood River another Beta. I have plenty of packs who have already said they would give me asylum. Fuck being a Beta. I'll take a job as a front gate guard and call ita fucking day. I'll pack my shit, take Codi, and leave today if that’s how you really want this to go down. Your choice,” he crosses his arms and stares me down. Behind him, Reggie has his hands on his hips, looking at the floor.

 

“What about you, Reggie? You're awfully quiet. Are you part of this ultimatum, too?” I lean forward against the desk, giving him a chance to speak up.

 

His blue eyes glance up at me, then back at the floor before he clears his throat, “We've already spoken to the Manae. They said we can stay at the Kardia tou Manae if we need to. Their new home. If that’s what we think would be best for Katie.”

 

All the rage that Saint has been feeling roils inside me at the thought of even more people abandoning us. These guys are supposed to be my two best friends. They would just pick up and go that easily?

 

“Fine. I'll go to the fucking dungeon. But I don’t know why it’s so damn important to you. I already told you to

feed her, and you gave her the stupid blanket she wanted. Why do I need to see her too? She chose her fate,” I snarl, stepping around my desk to follow them out the door.

 

“Shut up, Bronx. I'm so sick of your shit. I just need you to shut the fuck up,” Milo growls as we make our way down the back stairs to the dungeon, with Reggie following quietly behind us. °

 

opens the dungeon door, Tyree stands up

 

Beta, Gamma,”

the only guard down here?” I ask, looking around for everyone else, “Shouldn't there

 

a time. I'm here during the day. There are other guards here at night, but

 

“Huh. Okay.” “Any activity?” Milo asks him, ignoring

 

Milo, “Just some shuttering, but nothing has come of it. I-I don’t know how much longer it will last, honestly.” Shuttering? What is he talking about? I glance at Milo, then Reggie, but they both

 

what the kitchen brought for her?” Reggie asks, picking up a covered

 

up his face, looking

 

up the container and gives Milo an annoyed look. Milo motions with his head for me to follow him. From behind us, I hear

 

motion sensors turn on the lights as we walk down the dark hallway. We pass the soundproof solitary confinement cell with the solid silver door. From the tiny window, I see a pair of light brown eyes stare out at us. They grow wide when they see me and a dull thudding sound of the occupant pounding on the door thumps into the hallway. I turn my eyes away. Just another

 

fight Saint. Milo stops with a sigh and flips several switches on the wall, changing the lights in the cell from dark blue to a soft white glow. There’s a low cot in

 

arms and sigh in frustration, “ Okay, I came

snarls, pushing the button on the wall to open the

 

careful,” I call from outside the cell.

Bronx,” Reggie finally speaks

 

is no movement from the bottom of the pile. He whispers words of encouragement and asks for forgiveness from the bedding. Is she even in there? Even with all the security

another fucking magic trick. I can feel Saint in the back of

are there so many blankets?” I ask, leaning against the

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