"Open the door," Samuel yells. "I think we need to remind the rogue who is in charge again. No one threatens me or my mate."
At that point I decide to take my leave. Though Samuel and his wolves have good reason to do what they are doing, I can't bare to watch it. I am not a fan of torture. I need to get away quickly.
Samuel doesn't stop me when I leave, to my relief and as I pace from the building I can hear the cries of pain from the rogue in cell three. Five against one, he doesn't stand a chance. Back at the mansion I call my mom. I need to know whether she and my dad are alright. After Noah's threatening question I am more than shaken up about it.
She picks up on the third ring.
"Mom, how are you?" I ask anxiously.
"I'm fine dear, what the matter?"
"And dad? How is he?"
No doub
