Chapter 43

TRIGGER WARNING: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF TORTURE IN THIS CHAPTER

Lukas

The guards inside didn’t even question my presence, and lowered their heads in deference when they felt the aura rolling off of me.

I stormed through the inner door and down the stairs, stopping only to wait for the guard to unlock the door into the hall of cells.

There were seven cells, each with pure silver bars. Each cell had a single bed with a thin mattress, a sink, and a toilet. They were fairly clean, since we hardly ever used them.

We usually used them for holding the occasional rogue overnight when they needed refuge, but we didn’t want to house them in the packhouse. Or on the extremely rare occasion when we had a pack member commit an actual crime. Like this scumbag staring straight at me with no shame from the cell at the very end of the hall.

His wrists and ankles were shackled with silver cuffs, and based on the look in his eyes and the unhealed bruising and cuts on his face, he was being dosed with wo