Chapter 127: Ends Here

Percival’s POV

After spending a few hours in a spacious room, my son Quinn and I found ourselves trailing behind Isaac, the stoic Gamma of the Moonstone Pack, down a musty hallway that reeked of damp stone and urine. This dungeon was a far cry from what I was used to.

"Wow, this place is positively charming," Quinn quipped, his voice bouncing off the stone walls. "Think they rent it out for children's birthday parties?"

I sighed, choosing to ignore his sarcasm, hoping he'd rein it in. He tended to get flippant when he was annoyed. Thankfully, Isaac paid him no mind, his focus fixed on the path ahead.

Earlier, he'd confiscated all our electronic devices and given us a thorough pat-down.

"Remember," Isaac's voice, lacking any warmth, broke the tense silence, "the prisoner is off-limits. No physical contact. Any violation will be met with swift and severe consequences."

I nodded, not surprised by the strict rules. A pang of worry gnawed at me. How would Florence react to s