Third person's povBLOOD MOON PACKThe east side of the Blood moon pack house was colder than when it was Winter season. Not naturally, no. Kallum had designed it that way. He had built this especially for his brother. As he approached his room, torches flickered along the walls that dimmed the further he walked. At the far end of the corridor was a single metal door, reinforced with silver locks. Killian's room, now his cell. He paused in front of it, brushing imaginary dust off his jacket sleeve, then knocked lightly. Metal on metalWhen he got no response or sign of life, he moved over to the small hole in the door and through it, he could see Killian sat chained far to the wall. Days again he had ordered for them to chain him, it had taken time but he couldn't overlook Lila's new observation.His once well trimmed hair cut was now longer, matted at the end, rougher. It was hard to tell this was Killian, the noble one, the deserving one, the one that got everything served
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