-LYKOAN’S POV
Wait a f*****g minute!
“Why is the vampire dead?” I growled, looking at the amputated male head rolling towards my feet as blood spewed out of it to create red puddles on the rough gray floor.
My angry voice bounced off the blood-stained walls of the windowless torture chamber in the large, dimly lit underground dungeon that stemmed from an old dome-shaped warehouse.
Tightly secured by two scores of guards, it was a simple bluestone-tiled area that led to a long passageway between two rows of silver-barred cells. Thriving with molds and fungi, most of the cells were empty but a few contained law-breaking pack members and irremediable rogues.
“He wasn’t talking.” Gamma Josh complained with his hands behind his back. His green eyes met mine and I did not miss the spots of
