|| DIMITRI'S POV ||
The sound of Kendrick's evil laugh echoed in the dungeon. His big wolf stood by the door, glaring at me as I was going on my knees, ready to do anything to find my family again.
Before anything could happen, a wailing sound came from Kendrick's wolf, his body curling up. His wolf stumbled before hitting the ground with a thump, fresh blood began to spurt from his body. I looked up in the way, finding a tall silhouette with a silver knife in his grip. He was holding a cigarette between his fingers. His emotionless eyes watched Kendrick with no layer of regret. I remembered this familiar face. He was the beta of Kendrick's father, Marcus, famous for his ruthless character. I couldn't understand his wrath towards Kendrick.
Marcus sneered, dropping the knife vehemently,
