“Then why did you leave her in that condition?” I was lost, I don’t know the condition Jane was left in, so I kept mute.
“Nico, how can you be this heartless to your own sister? What else do you want her to do for you?” I am really confused now, I don’t understand what George was saying.
“George, I don’t…” He interrupted me.
“I am your alpha! And you will address me as such.”
“My alpha, I am sorry.” I bowed my head penitently.
George growled and the enforcers moved closer to me.
“Your apology is coming too late. Even Jane will not accept it.” What does he mean?
He waved at his Beta, who came in after him. The Beta stepped out and decreed.
“Nico Ravenwood, you are banished from Crescent Moon pack, for causing your Luna’s miscarriage.”
“What?” I shouted in surprise. “Which miscarriage?”
George stormed at me and pinned my neck to the wall. He squeezed my nect so tight that I could hardly breathe. I beat his hand to loosen his hold upon my life. He finally released me, stared at my face in agony mixed with deep hatred.
“I wonder what I ever saw in a useless wolf like you. You are a pathetic liar.”
He threw a command at the enforcers as he stormed out of my room.
“Throw her in the dungeon. She will be charged to court.”
“Yes Alpha.”
Within minutes, I was dragged out of my house and thrown into the wolves’ dungeon, for a sin I did not commit.
I was dragged into the cold and dark dungeon of our pack. It was my darkest period, I was thrown into the darkest depths of life. There, I was tormented for killing the pack's future heir, or so alpha George believed.
I screamed until my voice was hoarse, but no one came to my aid. The dungeon's cold, damp walls seemed to be closing in on me as the enforcers continued their relentless torture. I was beaten, whipped, and left to rot in the darkness.
Days blended together in an endless blur of agony. I lost count of time, unsure if it was day or night. The only sound was the dripping of water and my own labored breathing.
One of the enforcers, a burly man with a scar above his left eyebrow, took great pleasure in my suffering. He'd sneer, taunting me with cruel words, telling me I'd never see the light of day again.
As the torture continued, my body began to shut down. I felt my life force ebbing away, my spirit weakening. But my mind remained sharp, fueled by anger and a desire for justice.