*CONTENT WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CAN BE QUITE GRAPHIC WITH DETAILS ON TORTŪRE*
*K. Edric’s POV*
I had filled father in as much as I could as we made our way to the dungeons. It felt so crazy to have my father by my side again. Even though I was young when he lost his mind, I still remember all the good times.
We were approaching the entrance doors of the dungeons when we heard a few howls of pain, making father smile. “I missed that sound.” He sighed, making me chuckle.
Father always enjoyed torturing the worst criminals, like the rāpists or women beaters.
Father turned around to look at Victoria with a raised brow. “Don’t even try.” I chuckled. “This one takes after you.”
“This is no place for a she-wolf, especially not a pregnant one.” He whispered to her, making her squint her ey
