Nolan had left Isla's room and had gone to find Ramsay. His sister followed him behind. He flashed through the new pack house and journeyed to the dungeons below, past a long staircase and an eerie hallway.
He entered a wide space and settled his eyes on his cousin and a few other wolf. He set his eyes on the catch, who had immediately made eye contact with him as he walked him. Lisa Cahill looked nothing like the fierce woman he had met at his sisters home. The same woman that attacked him. The spunk in her eyes were gone. A deep rooted pain had replaced it.
"Nolan, you're just on time," Ramsay said as he approached.
Lisa was chained to a wall; ankles, wrists and neck. He had been happy to hear that Damien Cahill had killed himself but looking at her now, she was pitiable as she struggled to live like a dying roach.
"What will this achieve?" Nolan asked, still looking at Lisa.
