Chapter Seventy-two

Channon’s POV

I stand atop the ruins of the place I once called home and a heavy burden weighs upon my already aching heart. The enslaved werewolves are imprisoned in the old cells below my feet. Each one of their bodies are scarred and broken, the signs of the torment and abuse they have suffered at the hands of the witches is clear to see. I have called Celeste to the ruins in the slightest hope that her knowledge and power as a witch can be used to help save my brethren from their enslavement. Jonas looks at me from his station at the top of the stair and I feel his anger in my mind. How could this have happened and we not know anything about it. I had never questioned the lack of rogue attacks as the years went by. I just assumed that with a new age of Alpha less and less werewolves were choosing a life of solitude over the community of pack life. Never in my wildest dreams would I have though that they were being snatched and tortured into slavery.

Celeste’s arriv