Shadows of Former Packs

**POV: Dorian**

Thick, dark blood trickles down my bruised knuckles. I wipe the crimson streaks against my dark pant leg, my cold gaze locked on the battered Rookhaven scout dangling helplessly from heavy iron chains bolted to the dungeon ceiling. His eyes are swollen shut. His face is a mangled, unrecognizable canvas of bruised purple and raw red flesh. Two days of endless, brutal torture in thi