Chapter 16

Maverick Peterson POV

Staring at my hand, I couldn't help thinking that she was tiny.

How did such a fragile and delicate creature give birth to my child?

Recalling how she fought off the other werewolves and how she stared right into my eyes despite her fears, I mentally crossed off delicate. That was no delicate flower or toothless pup. If nurtured correctly, she would be a formidable member of our family and pack.

"Master Maverick," greeted my knights as I passed them to observe the prisoners.

Most of them were still alive, though with varying degrees of injuries. One in particular had clearly been healed and beaten numerous times.

At my questioning stare, Timothy was quick to answer, "His words displeased the men."

My men normally wouldn't be moved by this sort of thing. What happened earlier was an exception. To hear that they treated the prisoner worse than any criminal they had dealt with before did not bode well.

They stood right behind me as I stepped toward the prison