Chapter Forty Nine (Part 2)

(Damien's POV)

(Part Two)

(Trigger warning!!)

~ The past ~

My father had brought me to the basement, a little building a distance away from the pack house. No one was allowed in, and no one dared go close, so no one knew what he did in there.

My father was a freak; he tortured people for pleasure; this wasn't just about me and my mother but also traitors in the pack and unlucky people who wandered into the Blood Moon Pack. That was one of the reasons this was one of the most feared packs; no one came in here uninvited and went out alive.

I watched my father pacing in the dimly lit room. He was muttering and mumbling words to himself—too low for me to make out—but I didn't even want to know what he was saying. A crazy maniac—that was what he was, and it only got worse, but he was never like this before the pack; he was fierce when he had to be, he was scary when he had to be, but this maniac—no one gets to see it, no one except those he secretly tortured.

Finally, he turns to me, as if