Chapter 86

Aries POV:

I watched him.

Slumped in a rickety chair, coarse rope wrapped firmly around his broken body. The rough cord dug into the open cuts, blood oozing slowly from the open wounds. Bits of silver laced into the thick material, seeping into his open wounds in painful licks.

While silver could severely wound normal werewolves it merely annoyed those who were born Lycan. It poisons our weaker kin. Sinking painfully into their blood as it turns into a venomous sludge. To us, while extremely annoying and at times painful, it was more equivalent to the feeling humans get when they clean their cuts with alcohol.

Jaw clenched, the muscles in his arms and legs tensed as he forced himself not to squirm at the feeling.

I had to force my arms to remain crossed. The urge to reach over and snap his neck tingle in my fingers as I glared at him. Hatred burned deep within me with each second that passed by. Each second Charlotte was safed in her home, in my arms. All because of this bastard in fr