Elijah
I step out of the elevator onto the top floor, where the walls seem to vibrate with the weight of secrets. The air is colder here, laced with the scent of damp concrete and blood. My wolf, ever restless, growls low in my mind, still enraged that Adam is alive.
He touched our mate; it snarls. He should be dead.
Not yet. I tighten my jaw, silencing the wolf. Adam’s punishment will come, but it needs to be on my terms.
“Alpha,” Caleb’s voice pushes through the mindlink. “Should we keep torturing the bastard?”
“No,” I reply curtly, pushing the heavy steel door open. “I need him alive and breathing. No more than that.”
I step inside and immediately take in the sight before me. The dimly lit room reeks of sweat and fear. Adam sits slumped in the chair, his arms bound tightly to the
