Cameron’s POV:
In the cold, damp dungeon, my brother Carson unleashed a relentless fury upon Arnold, the son of the man who had taken our father away from us. The scent of blood hung thick in the air as I stormed in, my wolfish instincts urging me to intervene.
"Enough, Carson!" I roared, my voice echoing off the stone walls. I forcefully pulled him away from our prisoner, my eyes locking onto Arnold's defiant gaze.
"He deserves worse for what his father did to ours!" Carson retorted, his anger unyielding.
I squared off with my impulsive brother, arguing for reason amid the turmoil. "We need him for leverage, not a corpse. He's valuable alive," I urged, aware that emotions threatened to cloud our judgment.
Carson's rage burned bright, his conviction unwavering. "Valuable? He's a remin
