Chapter 53

ATLAS

The gruesome scene unfolds as Cane carries out his brutal act on the man's eyes, leaving a chilling silence in its wake.

My eyes narrow, a mix of anger and apprehension coursing through me as the witches bowing down shivers in fear.

I figure they are wondering if they are next, they seem clueless of what the man has done. If they knew he had beaten up a woman and branded her face, I am certain they would gladly kill him with their bare hands.

Just as we wolves will never lay a hand on women, also do the witches believe the same. The scream of the man fills the air as blood gushes out of his eyes, Cane yanks his head backward rubbing off the blood-stained knife on the man's cheek.

Cane smirks at what he has done, there is no doubt in my mind that he enjoyed every bit of it. He places the knife to the neck of the man and I know what next is coming. I have to take control of the situation.

"Enough, Cane," I command sharply, my voice cutting through the tension. I step forward,