Chapter 50

Lucius awoke to the chilling reality of cold, hard metal against his skin. His limbs were restrained, shackled to the floor of a dimly lit cell. A groan escaped his lips as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. The air felt heavy with the stench of dampness and decay. His wolf, sensing the imprisonment and the imminent danger, surged to the surface. A surge of power, fueled by whatever the mysterious woman had done, coursed through him. The chains that bound him snapped like brittle twigs under the strength of his awakened wolf. The exhilaration of newfound strength filled him as he shrugged off the remnants of his restraints. Without hesitation, he shifted. Lucius' wolf lunged at the cell bars, breaking through them with ease. The clang of metal echoed through the empty corridor as he stood in the remnants of his captivity. He took a moment to survey his surroundings, the realization settling that something was amiss. Why had Azaroth left him alive and unguarded? The questio