Enzo’s POV
I stood pacing by the window of my bedroom, checking the clock on the wall for what felt like the hundredth time.
Ten minutes.
It had only been ten minutes since the guards dragged Rebecca down the stairs, but it felt like ten long years. My chest was tight. My wolf had been restless ever since they dragged her away. Everyone in the pack hall wanted her punished, but I? I couldn't stand it. And more importantly, I knew what the dungeon would do to her. I knew how much she hated small, dark spaces.
Ten minutes in that tight blackness was already ten minutes too long for my Rebecca.
"f**k this," I growled out loud to the empty room.
I couldn't just sit here. I didn't care about the cold, tough Alpha mask I had just forced myself to wear, and I didn't care about pack la
