CHAPTER 94: FATE

Book:A SECOND CHANCE FOR BULLIED LUNA Published:2024-12-6

ROWAN
“We found the wolf. The one who tried to kidnap the other alpha. He is in the dungeons.”
Well, isn’t that just wonderful?
Even the world is on our side.
“Shall we?” Viktor asks and together, we make our way to the dungeons.
“Andre?” He calls.
“Yes, alpha?”
“I need you to contact the Luna of the Herring pack. Let her know that her mate has been found.”
“Yes, alpha,” he says before leaving.
“Would she cause trouble?” I ask him
“No, at least, I don’t think so. Kaylee is a… character, it is true. But she is a straight shooter and can’t stand any bullshit and she has made her opinion about Dominic and his behaviour very clear, especially when there are gatherings that we are obligated to attend.”
“Sounds like my own kind of woman.”
“Are you trying to make me jealous?”
“Do you get jealous that easily?” I retort.
“When it comes to you, apparently yes.”
“Well, fortunately for you, I like men.”
“Fortunately.”
As we get closer to the dungeon I am stunned by the strong and imposing structure in front of me.
The place resembles that of an old castle dungeon, and thinking about it now, it probably was part of it, before modernization set in.
The outer walls are made of rough stone, with a tough, battle-worn look that shows the many centuries that it has been through.
The walls are tall and imposing, slightly curved in a way that there are no weak spots in its structure.
The entrance is a solid, iron-reinforced door with heavy hinges and a large, old-fashioned keyhole. It is set into a sturdy stone archway, decorated with intricate carvings of wolves in different stages of transformation and they seem to move in the flickering torchlight, almost as if they are alive.
On either side of the entrance, there are rows of silver-tipped spikes, with sharp points glinting in the light, and are most likely there to stop any prisoners from escaping.
Beyond the entrance, there’s a large, open courtyard, surrounded by high walls and towers. The courtyard is paved with cobblestones, and a large fountain stands at its centre, its waters flowing smoothly into a nearby drain. The sound of running water is gentle in the otherwise heavy atmosphere.
It is the only soft spot in this place.
At least, that I have seen so far.
The surrounding walls and towers are made of the same rough stone as the dungeon itself, with narrow windows and arrow slits that seem to be watching me as we approach.
“How frequently do you use this place?” I ask in a whisper.
“Not that much,” he replies. “We occasionally use it for rogues who trespass into the grounds.
“So, this is where I would have stayed if I had been caught,” I say out loud.
“What?!” He asks in affronted surprise. “I had no intention of keeping you locked up!” He says.
“I am not talking about now. I meant years ago. A few days after Dominic threw me off the cliff. Lisa and Rina had pulled me out of the river and we had ended up on your territory. Some wolves saw us and tried to take us in but we escaped.”
“Wait- what? You were in my territory?! Five years ago?!”
“Yeah,” I say with a small smile. “I guess it was the goddess’s way of bringing me to you.”
“Unbelievable,” he grouches. “I can’t believe I missed you like that.”
“I am here now, aren’t I?”
“Yeah. We found each other through sheer luck.”
“Luck or fate?”
“Huh?”
“I mean, you said it yourself. Those wolves were not your usual kind of crowd and yet you went with them. And that bright you to me. Fate.”
“Hmm, I guess when you put it like that I can’t help but agree,” he says before taking my hand and heading into the dungeon.
Upon entering the dungeon, I am immediately struck by the eerie silence that fills the air.
The walls, which are made of cold gray stone, seem to press in around me, their rough texture visible in the flickering torchlight.
Oppressive
The floor beneath my feet is smooth and worn bare by the countless footsteps of those who have come and gone.
As we walk deeper into the dungeon, I notice the bars that line the cells are made of silver rather than iron, their gleaming metal catching the light of the torches and casting a faint glow over the dark space.
I make sure to give myself a good distance away from them.
Inside the cells, I can see chains hooked to the walls and they too are crafted from silver, their delicate links glinting like a thousand tiny mirrors.
The cells themselves are small and Spartan, with stone benches and thin pallets providing the only comfort for those who are imprisoned here.
But despite the starkness of the surroundings, the dungeon is spotless, the floors and walls scrubbed clean and free of dust and dirt.
As I continue to look around, I notice the air is thick with the scent of old stone and torch smoke, a heavy, oppressive smell that weighs upon my shoulders.
Every step I take echoes through the silence, a reminder of how oppressive and lonely this pace can be.
Eventually, we arrive at an iron door at the end of the corridor where two wolves stand guard.
“Alpha,” they greet before handing us two pairs of gloves and a ventilated mask.
Viktor nods at them before pushing the door open.
Inside is another cell.
To be clear, it is a torture cell, with silver infused air and torture tools hanging on the wall and right in the center, hanging firm the ceiling with silver chains digging into his wrist is the wolf.
Oh.
I recognize this fucker.
He was one of the wolves who had helped Dominic in beating me up.
In fact, he was the one who threw me at his feet.
What a wonderful day this is turning out to be.