Chapter 77

Malakai's Point of View

He has been screaming for hours already. It echoed throughout the entire cellblock. Burnt itself into the back of my mind until all I could hear were his pleas. A never-ending cycle of questions and no answers until Rachel decided to waterboard him.

That was even more unpleasant to listen to. The gargling. Choking. Cried in pain when the towel came off of his head. Yet the bastard refused to crack. To give away the smallest glimpse as to who orchestrated the attack.

At some point, one of the guards threw up in the corner. I think it was when they started plucking out his nails. Or toenails. I couldn't fully recall. And I was fucking thankful for that part at least.

Blood was never my forte. Nor was torture. But things like this had to get done when running a pack. When people tried to dismantle all you had built up. Rogues were often subject to this kind of behavior when they lingered too long and too close to the borders of packs.

That was just the way of