Chapter Seven

Greyson's POV

"It's this way, over here" Peyton said as we went down another small flight of stairs that led even deeper into the underground dungeons where we keep captured prisoners.

I followed closely behind him until he stopped in front of one the cells with an iron gate. Peyton unlocked the gate and stepped aside, allowing me to walk into the dark cell first before following. My eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness the same time my nose picked up three scents; the two familiar ones of Dean and Wesley who were standing on each side of the male rogue that was tied to a metal chair with chains.

The last unfamiliar and awful stench belonged to the male rogue. I scrunched up my nose as I stepped closer to him, from the corner of my eyes I saw Dean and Wesley tilt their heads in submission.

I stopped just in front of the rogue. His head was bowed, his clothes were torn and splattered with blood as his chest heaved up and down raggedly.

"What happened to him?" I asked nobody in p