Chapter 34

Damon's POV:

"Who are you?" I asked the rogues who were in the cell.

There was a little pup on the woman's lap who was whimpering. The pup looked so thin and sick, and the woman didn't look good either. She was in a torn dress, her hair was messy, her collarbone was sticking out, and her lips were cracked and dry.

Although the woman was trying to avoid my gaze by looking at the ground, I could sense that she wasn't one of my kind.

The man beside her, though, was definitely a werewolf.

"Miss..."

"Mrs.," the male corrected my sentence with a glare.

Although he had bruises on his body and his build wasn't all that, he had fire in his eyes. In him, I saw a warrior ready to protect the ones he cared for.

"You, do you realize the penalty of trespassing into an Alpha's territory?" I asked seriously.

He lowered his gaze to the side and kept quiet.

"I see, so are you ready to die together with them?" I asked.

"No, please," he said on top of his voice, then looked at me with a pleadi