At the Blood Moon Pack…
"Where is your daughter Mrs. Lucas?" Darrell asked in a booming voice. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at his prisoner. She was someone who was supposed to be hunting his kind, not the other way around.
Darrell was still in his wits as he was not really hurting the woman, but his patience was running out.
Jumanah gave him a disgusting look before she spat him. Her saliva dirtying his face made her grin triumphantly.
Darrell smirked as he wiped the saliva off his face. He then stood properly before sending a kick in her stomach.
She immediately felt the intense pain from her abdomen because of the kick, and she could not help it when she ended up coughing blood. With some more blood coming out of her mouth, she glared at the man murderously. She was not showing any signs of backing down.
While this was happening, Lucas gritted his teeth angrily. However, he knew that his anger wouldn't help them get away from the place as soon as possible.
As long as Jumanah is alive, there is still hope.
Jumanah was chained, sitting on the floor while he was hanging on the wall. He was only in his black pant that had bloodstains.
Some of the blood was still fresh, while the other was old and smelling awful.
Lucas has a dead look on his face as he looks into their captor as well as the space of the dark, cold dungeon they were being held captive.
The ceiling is leaking, making the floor dungeon have a black liquid that has a foul smell.
However, these were not Lucas' concerns at the moment. His only worry was his wife.
"You, dog! Stop hurting a woman!" Lucas could not take it anymore and started yelling. The chains holding him were clanking as he tried to get himself free.
However, his attempt was futile.
Darrell ignored Lucas and kicked Jumanah over and over again, toying with the woman's life. After some time, her head hangs loosely, swaying back and forth as she loses consciousness.
"Jumanah!" Lucas screamed in worry.
"Shut up! She is not yet dead!" Darrell roared in frustration. There was no way he would kill her. He needed her still for her daughter.
Darrell's gaze shifted towards the guards and commanded, "When the stupid woman gains her consciousness, make her talk. You're free to use any means. Just need to know where their daughter is." He said as he walked towards the exit. But he stopped midway and looked to one of his men, "Henry, do not, I repeat, do not kill her yet. I want her to watch as you guys enjoy her daughter later."
Darrell paused. There was a long silence before he spoke again. "They must feel the pain I felt when I lost my mate to their slut daughter. She deserves to live wishing for death!" Darrell shouted in madness.
In the end, he did not leave immediately. He suddenly appeared in front of Lucas with cold eyes before he punched the bloody man's face, every crack heard giving him very little satisfaction.
Who knew how long before Darrell finally stopped from venting his anger. It was also a miracle that he did it without killing anyone.
Darrell looked at the woman on the floor with anger and a pang of guilt, regardless of how clouded or bloodlust his werewolf was. Despite what he did, his rage and loneliness did not ease even a tiny bit.
"We are going to keep on giving your wife the VIP treatment, and maybe that will persuade you to talk. Rest assured, that was only the welcoming snack prepared for dinner and lunch." Darrell sarcastically told Lucas as he grinned evilly.
He then left the dungeon, banging the door loudly behind him. After that, one could hear further banging and crushing things thought out the jail. It must have been the impact caused by the walls shaking due to Darrell's previous range.
The guards could not help but feel fear, and it was written all over their faces. Thankfully, the Alpha had already, and they were able to calm down and compose themselves before they continued what they were supposed to do.
At this time, Darrell walked heavily towards the royal wing of the large mansion. He walked on until he came to his room.
His eyes were blazing red by now, but instead of laying down to rest, he wanted to vent his anger further.
He took the MacBook computer on his glass desk and flung it across the room with much force that caused a hole to form on the wall.
Still unsatisfied, he roars, and everyone in the pack's ground bowed down.
They were no one who wanted to offend an already angry and grieving alpha. However, Darrell did not care about this at all.
Darrell jumped from his office window and turned into his black midnight wolf form. He landed on the ground gracefully and took off to the pack's forest.
The Alpha acted like it was the usual for a few months now, and no one could blame him. It did not take long for the pack to go back to its regular business.
It could not be helped. They could only get used to seeing their Alpha angry.
After all, he had lost his wife, his mate.
No one could forget one of the worse mornings of their life. It was also the first time that they had seen their Alpha shed tears.
Darrell had gone wild and had killed many of the prisoners that were in his dungeon with his hands because of this as he tried to vent from his grief.