Torture

ALARIC

I stepped down and entered the garage. Well, this was a garage. Winter, my best warrior wolf owned it. He was a car freak. He desired money to set up the business. I landed him some. Now, it was the best garage in the whole town. Winter and his ways of dealing with rogues had always fascinated me. I saw how he ripped apart one’s head with his bare hands. I knew he was a keeper. He respected me. I respected him.

Winter was a part of the pack. His father served the pack army. He died in the incident with my father years ago. Winter had no siblings. The only thing he loved was cars. I passed the garage. Winter bowed. His way of respecting. I nodded. He assured me. This wasn’t good. For that rogue.

The corner door of the garage opened. We stepped in. I followed by Winter and Noah. James stayed out. Winter leads us to the dungeon in the basement. The walls were silent. They had always been. Good for torturing. I smirked. Flashes of the rogue facing