Chapter 9 Close But Not Enough
- CAELLUM’S POV
- The three riff-raffs were handcuffed to the bumper of my jeep, beaten to a pulp and without eyes. We stood in a large sparse of land at the back of the pack headquarters.
- I stood in front of the car while the field was littered with members of the pack, who were summoned by order to witness what happened when someone decided to take laws into their hands and defy me.