ALEK POV
When I got the mindlink from Alan saying he had a gift for me, I knew blood would be spilled tonight. I welcomed it. The burning rage in my chest had been eating me alive since Amber and Vic disappeared, and I needed an outlet before I exploded. My wolf, night , had been clawing at the edges of my sanity, snarling, begging to hunt down those responsible.
Now, standing in the interrogation room in the dungeons, I waited. The cold, damp air settled over my skin, the silence only broken by the distant drip of water. It was a fitting backdrop for what I was about to do. The tools lined up on the table in front of me gleamed under the flickering fluorescent light—blades, clamps, and other instruments designed to make even the toughest wolves crack. I was prepared to use all of them
