Snow swirled around the edges of the subterranean citadel as Sera Hudson was escorted into a vaulted chamber by two Assassin League sentries. Her wrists, still free of Fenris fetters, throbbed with the fading ache of freedom she had tasted at Lykaon. At the chamber’s center stood her former mentor, Code-Name Aster, draped in silk-lined leather and lit by a single torch. Chains of obsidian looped from the ceiling, clinking softly in the draft.
Aster’s pale smile gleamed in the torchlight. “Welcome, Oath-Breaker. I see the Alpha still trusts you—and that you escaped his petty council.” He gestured to the chains. “I trust your lupine friend will not attempt rescue. His armies are tied up with fools in Lykaon. You, however, are here to serve your League.”
Sera squared her shoulders, gripping the hilt of a hidden dagger at her thigh. “I serve no one but the truth.”