36: Red Moon
Logan
It’s been a month since I first arrived in this hell hole. Throughout the weeks, I’ve taken turns between being locked in the cellar to being chained next to Nicolas, helpless against his wrath.
Several times, one thing or another would happen that would send the man into an all-out rage. I still shudder at seeing him shift from man to wolf, not caring that his clothes would tear and fall away like dirty rags every time he did so.
Yesterday was the worst. He had discovered a member from another pack in his territory.
I remember seeing a group of his men drag in the other pack member, naked, across the gathering hall floor. The small man was covered in blood, cuts, and bruises from head to toe.
Despite the obvious fact the man had been beaten upon discovery, Nicolas still took it upon himself to carry out the final deed. He shifted to his massive wolf form and split the man in two with one swipe of his claws