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“What do you mean?” Vale asks.
I hear footsteps coming my way. “I wonder, did you fuck her as a wolf or a woman? Maybe I’ll give her a try before we end her. It’s probably all she’s good for, breeding like the animal she is.”
I bite back my growl, relaxing farther into the bars.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” Jai growls.
“So the rumours are true. Look at your fucking eyes.” The commander laughs. “You always walked that line, and that’s why I kept you so close. I knew you would fall one day. I’m going to take great pleasure in gutting you and putting your head on a mantle.”
“Try it,” Jai snarls. “Step into the cage.”
“No, I don’t think I will,” the commander replies casually—too casually. Even in my pain, I can hear the trap in his words.
“But I do have a little present for your wolf. It’s a shame she’s asleep. I guess I’ll just leave it here for when she wakes up.” There’s a snap and then a grunt. I hear someone’s gasp of horror, and my eyes flutter open before I slam them shut.
It’s a trap.
I ignore it, but a familiar scent hits me.
Jang.
I’m up before they can say anything, pressed to the bars, and for a moment, I feel hopeful that he’s alive.
“Quinn, no!” Jai roars, but it’s too late.
My eyes land on the thing before me, and my head screams for me to turn away.
There’s banging and more shouts, but it all fades as it finally clicks in my brain.
“Don’t look,” Lucien barks, trying to reach through the bars to cover my eyes, but I can’t do anything but stare.
It’s Jang. It’s my father.
His eyes are open, locked in cold horror, his skin is a strange colour, and his hair is covered in blood.
His head . . .
It’s piked on a cross.
His body is underneath it, his hands and feet pierced through like some macabre religious iconography.
I throw up everywhere, tears streaming down my face as I sob.
“I’ll just leave that here for now. See you later, wolf,” the man calls, but I just keep screaming.
My hands claw at my eyes as if I can get rid of the image.
“Quinn, Quinn.” They are all shouting my name, but I can’t hear it over my own screams.
I try to pluck my eyes free. His scent, the smell of his blood, still surrounds me.
I hear cages rattling, their shouts getting louder, but I don’t care.
I need it to stop.
My head lifts, a dark idea coming to mind, and before they can react, I slam my head into the bars of the cage. It dazes me, my wolf whining at the pain, but I push through it and do it again and again. I feel my skin split, my eyes going spotty, and still I slam my head into it.
Finally, the darkness claims me, leaving me unable to see it again.
