Chapter Eighty-One

TIBERIUS POV

Slamming the prison door, using more force than necessary, my boots thunder down the hall, my anger hitting the men like an army tank. The ones who have been here long enough know to step away from me like a bomb waiting to explode. My fury swirls around me like a storm needing a release, my fingertips itching as memories of past choices flash before my eyes.

A movement in my peripheral vision sends my instincts into overdrive as my hands wrap around the person's head, twisting with all my force before I hear the satisfying crack of his neck breaking. His body goes limp before landing with a dull thud on the floor.

Looking down at his neck, I see a mate mark resting proudly as a howl rings throughout the house, a small smile breaking over my lips, listening to the mystery wolf's cry of pain. Kicking the guard one last time, I turn and continue down the hallway calling over my shoulder to those standing around with shock and fear on their face, "Kill the mate too. The