Chapter 15. Information

Kieran’s POV

Jameson is strung up by his arms in the basement of the North Pack packhouse. It is more like a dungeon down here. An enormous metal door separates it from the rest of the pack house. Once you open the door, the smell of blood and stale urine hits your nose. It used to make me gag when I was younger, but now I have grown accustomed to the smell.

I circle Jameson, who has been stripped down to his boxers. He must be punished. He assaulted the future Luna of the North Pack. He must pay for what he has done.

I wrap the short whip around the palm of my hand while I study his body, looking for the perfect place to strike.

“Do you know why you are here?” I ask him coldly.

Jameson only growls in response.

I drop the end of the whip and slash it across his stomach. His skin breaks under the force of the hit, and blood bubbles to the surface. Jameson grunts through his teeth in pain but doesn’t take his eyes off mine. He may be harder t