Stark's P.O.V.
The rogues faces turn pale and their bodies tremble in fear as soon as they hear my voice. Just as I wanted, every werewolf and supernatural being knows not to mess with me or my pack. They are all aware of the consequences of their actions if they do so. I am a man of no mercy if they mess with me, and these damned rogues had the audacity to not only conspire against me but also attack my pack and take my Luna.
The guard opens up the cell for me, and I walk in with Tyler joining me. Fearfully, they try to struggle against the silver chains restraining them in an attempt to escape, but they could only whine out in pain and stay still as the pain from their wrists intensified. There's no point in trying to escape, so why struggle and try?
I scoff. Foolish things.
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