One wrong move, and poof, you're gone.

ZADOK

The drive back was cold and silent.

I couldn’t wipe the picture of Ithra from my head. Thinking of the many things Cole could do to her made my blood boil in anger. I couldn’t sit back and do nothing, not when he had what belonged to me.

We got to the pack, and I sent a message to Azriel via the mind link. “I want Aaron in the dungeon. Meet me there in ten minutes.”

Ten minutes was too long because I was in the dungeon before they dragged him into the dungeon while he screamed in horror.

“What have I done?!” He said, “Leave me alone!”

“Shut up.” My tone was hard, and packing an alpha command.

Azriel walked in moments later. “What happened?” He said, gauging me with a confused expression.

“This man over here thought he could play jokes with me,” I said with a smile that didn’t reach my eye. “You wouldn’t believe how stupid I had been to listen to his crap.”

“What are you talking about?” Asked Azriel, looking between the scared man and myself.