POV: Cassian Volkov
The prisoner kept smiling through broken teeth.
Cassian hated men like that, men too stupid to fear death.Blood dripped steadily from the captive’s mouth onto the concrete floor beneath the interrogation chair while silver chains restrained his wrists hard enough to burn smoking marks into skin.
Kozlov soldier. Mid-ranking, ex-military, trained to survive torture. Unfortunately for him,Volkov wolves weren’t human.The underground interrogation chamber smelled like blood, iron, and rage. Dim lights flickered overhead while armed wolves lined the walls silently waiting for orders.
Nobody spoke, nobody moved because the Black Alpha was losing patience. Dangerous thing, very dangerous thing.A massive digital territory map glowed across one concrete wall nearby. Eastern p
