Fiore's breath caught in her throat as she stood frozen, her eyes wide with shock. The sight before her was almost too much to process. The man in the cell, bound and battered, was an entirely different world than she had grown accustomed to within the pack. She had seen power plays, but this... this was raw, brutal, and horrifyingly real.
"This is..." The words barely left her lips, her voice faltering as she struggled to articulate her thoughts. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the scene before her. She had known Lance was ruthless, but this level of cruelty was something she had never fully comprehended.
Lance, seemingly unfazed by her reaction, stepped forward with an air of nonchalance. “Oh, just as the scouts entered their territory, they came across one member of the Neande
