HUNDRED TWENTY-TWO

Sandro barged into the pack house with Etas trailing behind, and Thalia's heart skipped a beat. She felt the intensity of his anger radiating off him in waves, causing her to take a step back instinctively. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and Thalia saw the muscles in his jaw ticking as he fought to control his rage.

The room suddenly grew colder as Sandro stormed towards her, his eyes blazing with fury.

Nervously, she licked her lower lip and glanced at the ground before meeting his gaze again.

"Take her down to the dungeon," he ordered.

"W-why?" Thalia stuttered, her eyes widening. Even though she knew the reason, she couldn't resist asking.

Sandro snarled, "Do you have a right to ask me that? After you lied to my face?!"

"Sandro, please. I didn't intend to hide it from you for so long. I didn't know how to tell you because I feared your reaction. I didn't mean to betray you. I swear it. I love you."

Love. That was the last thing on her mind. She h