Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven. Help.
“Why are we here?” Cillian turned to Hamish, his eyes wide with fear, as Liane dropped them right in the middle of the basement of ‘The Big House’ in Sicily. On the back wall, was a man chained by the wrists, his eyeball on a thin blade at the side of the wall. A young man was standing, holding a shrivelled p***s in his hand, stretching it outwards, with the other hand he was cutting it back and forth with a small hacksaw. The screams were deafening, and Cillian almost turned green. Yes, he was a werewolf, but he was a healer. Before becoming a lone wolf, he had some experience of Alpha’s discipline or torture of rogues. But the sheer brutality of what was playing out before him made him shudder with a fear his previous captors would have rejoi
