CHAPTER 161 - Darrius

　　MIKE

　　The Sea Dogs cells were nothing more than a warehouse with a hidden basement. They were dark, damp, and dank, and held the scent of the ocean. Darrius the wolf shifter, had been tied to a metal chair that was coated in a thin layer of silver. They had stripped him of all his clothing and left him there. The silver was enough to irritate the skin and slowly burn the back of his legs, ass, and balls, but not enough to do any real damage. It was a slow but constant form of torture.

　　He lifted his head with a whimper when we walked into the large cold and barely lit room. His eyes were red and slightly swollen. Alpha Johns men had worked him over a little. It had already been decided that I, as Kellen’s Beta, would question the man, whereas Tobias would be the one inflicting the pain if need be. There would definitely be a need.