Accalia's POV
I couldn't breathe, my heart was pounding so fast that it felt like my airway was cut off in the process.
F*ck no!
This was no Alpha safe room, but rather a torture chamber, hidden underneath the pack house. The scent of death mixed with the smell of mold made me want to puke...
Red dark stains colored the floors and high walls... the blood was cleaned up, but the evidence was difficult to miss...
How could I have been so blind? And who would do such a thing?
"Accalia, we both know Dean is responsible..." Lydia said, "the question that's been bugging me the whole time is who helped him and why?"
F*ck! I am going to be sick!
Lydia's question didn't even cross my mind as yet...
My gaze fell on the silver chains hanging from the roof, the whips and touring equipment
