Renegade

Scarlett's pov

We arrived at the dungeons before I could tell him anything so we decided to delay the 'talk' and went towards the cells. My dad and two other warriors were already there. In one of the cells one rogue was seated on a chair, his hands cuffed using silver shackles while the other rogue was watching the torture in the adjacent cell. The only piece of thing that covered their nudity was the inefficient piece of cloth tied on their waist.

The crook was apparently beaten up. His hair dishevelled and his lips split. There were bruises on his skin which were gradually disappearing right before our eyes. It wasn't surprising. Werewolves were able to heal themselves pretty quickly and rogues were not an exception.

The gate was unlocked so we stepped inside. I studied the captive's face, trying to jog my memory. Despite his weary appearance, he looked familiar. I was sure that I had seen that freckled face somewhere. I kept wondering if he was in any way related to Michael beca