Darwin, Kellen’s beta, lay sprawled on the cold concrete floor, bleeding and barely conscious. He didn’t need chains or restraints—his body was already too broken to move. His face was so swollen and bruised it barely resembled a wolf, and his ribs rose and fell shallowly, each breath a struggle. Dan and Andrew had already done half of my job for me.
The place smelled like iron and damp cement. This wasn't my house, it was a hidden space, abandoned, soundproofed, and perfect for torturing and killing people. The room was dim, lit only by one flickering bulb that swung slightly overhead, casting shifting shadows across his battered body.
I didn’t care about the state he was in.
If he was responsible for killing two of my men, then whatever pain he’d already endured was nothing compared t
