★ Derick ★
The second I opened my eyes, I wished that I hadn’t. The searing pain that I felt was enough to have me falling to the floor. Cold and slightly damp floor. Sitting up, I looked around me and everything slowly started to come back to me. Carter. The woods. The men. No, the hunters. I was in a room and it was clear that this room had especially been designed for wolves. I have only ever seen one other like this and that was with Roark. That’s when it hit me, that’s when everything started to make sense.
Dean and Russel. Two of Roark’s hunters. His best hunters if I am not mistaken. The last I had heard about them was whilst I had still been serving time in the council prison. I closed my eyes and I could hear Roark’s boastful voice as he explained the room to me.
“Solid concret
