Kane’s POV
My warriors were already waiting outside the door with the prisoners. The three had their hands cuffed in silver shackles, and their mouths restrained with a cloth soaked in wolfsbane poison. Blood trickled from the corners of their mouths as they gagged on the bitter-tasting poison. The smell of burning flesh wafted around them from the silver, making me wrinkle my nose is disgust. I looked down at the pathetic trio. The two women whimpered in fear while the rogue shook violently trying to fight against his guards. This was only a prelude to their torture to come. The beginning to their end.
Ila and Katie walked quietly down the long hallway to the last door at the end marked “Storage”. Inside were wall-to-wall cabinets, each with a keypad with no numbers but small raised d
