Alpha Mitchell Grinwich’s POV
“So you still don’t want to talk asshole?” I watch Wil brandish the cat of three tails. The sound of the whip slicing through the stale air of the torture room, is music to my ears. I probably shouldn’t be enjoying this brutality as much as I do, but after hearing this asshole’s voice, I knew he was the one that ordered my family’s deaths.
I don’t know what kind of voodoo magic Nicolas Saint did on me earlier, but the sharp sting of guilt and pain that is always overwhelming at this time of year, seemed to just lift off of my shoulders and out of my mind. I will likely always feel some guilt, after all I should have died along side all of them, I should have never been hidden, I shouldn’t have been safe. At least the pain that used to accompany my gui
