I couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at the corner of my mouth. The bastard deserved every ounce of what we were planning, every bruise and broken bone we’d inflict. But we couldn’t do it yet. Not like this.
“He needs his wolf,” I reminded them, my voice low. “Otherwise, what’s the point? Beating him now would be too easy.”
Alek shot me a glare, but he didn’t argue. Even he knew the truth. If we were going to put an end to the man who had terrorized us for years, who had turned our childhood into a nightmare of beatings, silver burns, and wolfsbane injections, it had to be done right. We had to challenge him—when he was whole, conscious, and able to fight back. That was the only way it would mean anything.
When we reached Dr. Holmes’s office, Alek didn’t hesitate. He pounded on t
