In the same basement, the pained howls of one wolves echoed. Bruised and battered, they sprawled on the floor, begging for mercy.
"Veronica, please, spare us!" one pleaded. "It wasn't our idea. Preston specifically asked for the fiercest dogs—the kind that could tear a wolf apart!"
"Yeah, he came with you!" the other whimpered. "We couldn't say no!"
Veronica had already seen the security footage. When Preston demanded ferocious dogs, the trainers eagerly recommended the deadliest ones, guaranteeing they could kill. Her whip cracked through the air, striking just shy of vital spots. She wasn't aiming to kill—she wanted them to feel the same fear and pain Owen had endured.
Soon, Walter hurried in, his voice low. "Veronica, Preston's here."
She tossed the whip aside, her face a mask of i
