Dylan's POV
I stood over the rogue, my eyes fixed on his terrified expression. He pleaded with his eyes for mercy, his voice quaking with fear, but I ignored him. I had no sympathy for fools like him.
Damon handed me a pair of pliers, and I took them, my grip tightening around the metal. The rogue's eyes widened as I approached him, the pliers held menacingly in my hand.
"Please, Alpha," he begged, his voice cracking with fear. "I'll tell you anything. Just don't use that on me."
I smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "You should have thought of that when you were being all boastful," I said, my voice dripping with disgust.
With a swift motion, I gripped the rogue's finger with the pliers, a sharp twist and he let out a loud cry. Damon and the other guards watched, their faces impassive
