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Author: Acedomvile
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CHAPTER 129

THE MONSTER IN THE BASEMENT

~DAXON'S POV~

The cellar smelled of rust and wet earth. It was designed to hold rogue wolves during the full moon, not... this.

Mathias paced the small iron cage. He moved with a fluidity that was unsettling...too smooth, too fast. Every time he turned, his red eyes left trails in the dim light. He looked like a predator trapped in a zoo, waiting for the glass to break.

"You need to chain me," Mathias said. His voice was tight, strained. "The bars aren't enough. If I want to get out, I can bend them."

"I am not chaining my brother to the wall," I said, leaning against the heavy steel door. I crossed my arms to hide the fact that my hands were shaking.

"I am not your brother right now," Mathias snapped. He slammed his hand against the stone wall. A spiderweb of cracks appeared in the masonry. "Look at me, Dax! I am a corpse. My heart isn't beating. I don't feel the Pack. I don't feel you."

That was the part that killed me.

I reached for the bond.
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