Please, Samuel. I begged my former Alpha using our brother bond, but the path to his mind was severed, the splintered ends painful when they once gave comfort. Samuel was gone, and only the beast remained.
It was a mercy that the fall had probably broken him also. At least, that is why I thought he did not attack right away.
I took a moment to glance around the earthy place that would be our tomb. The dirt was littered here and there with the tiny skulls of rats and voles—the little creatures the last prisoner probably lured into the pit to eat. I looked around for Siebold’s spears, but they were missing. That was probably how Maddox had escaped, using his Berserker strength to drive the spears into the walls of the pit and climb out, hand over hand. I spared a second to curse Siebold.
