Reed's POV
I looked around the cold, moldy room and sighed heavily. One of my hands were shacked to the chair I was sitting on. I jiggled the chain a few times wondering how a simple chain could hold me when the door to the room opens.
"I had a witch put a spell on it while you were unconscious. Their black magic has been very useful" my father's amused voice trails over to me as I frown down at the cold chain.
"Where is alpha Caleb?" I ask and his features contort into rage as he closes the gap between us. He bends down towards me while placing his hands on either side of the chair. His crazed blood shot eyes dart from left to right as he looks at me.
"Why do you care?! He has done nothing for our family! He deserves to suffer and that is exactly what he is going to get" He pushes off
