[ Blackmoon pack - Underground Dungeons ]
Kieran was deep beneath the pack's stronghold, in a soundproof chamber soaked in blood.
The air reeked of iron and sweat, of fear and piss.
The stone walls were slick with it, the floor was a sticky mess of crimson and vomit. Chains rattled against rusted hooks, and in the center of it all, a rogue hung by his wrists.
Kieran stood over him, his knuckles split, his sleeves rolled up to the elbows, his forearms streaked with red.
His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, his wolf barely restrained beneath his skin. His eyes…wild, feral, glowing.
"One more time," Kieran growled, his voice raw from hours of snarling. "Where is she?"
The rogue spat blood onto the floor, his lips peeling back in defiance…desperation."I told you… I don't fucking know!"
Kieran's fist crashed into the man's ribs. A wet crack echoed through the chamber, followed by a scream.
"Wrong answer."
