Pack Justice

Declan

The chains drag like thunder against the stone as Caleb and I haul Vladimir into the open clearing. He stumbles between us, his body wasted from the dungeon, his wrists raw from the shackles. Blood drips steadily from a split lip and random holes made into him. His eyes, though, are still sharp, feral, full of arrogance. He thinks surviving makes him powerful.

The air is unseasonably warm f