With a smooth motion, Aiden turned to the guard who had handed him the knife earlier.
"Here," Aiden said, extending the blade back toward the guard.
He was done with the tool now, best return it to the owner.
The guard took the knife, giving Aiden a small, respectful nod. "Thank you. I trust it served its purpose, Alpha," the guard uttered, his tone carrying a hint of satisfaction and admiration.
Aiden smiled, although his smile was thin as his eyes flickered back to Dave, who remained limp on the guard's shoulder.
The bloodied man was now just a rag doll, hardly able to register what was happening around him, let alone resist what awaited him.
Aiden was indeed pleased with the knife, but this was not over. Not yet.
Aiden turned back and faced the massive iron door right in front
