Kameron's POV ...
Jorge threw his head back and laughed like a deranged man.
He snapped his eyes at me, and they glowed a deep amber. His wolf was close to the surface, but I knew he wouldn't do anything. The chains were coated in silver. If he shifted, they would only burn him more.
"What more can you do to me that you haven't already? You took everything from me, Kameron."
"You brought all of this on yourself, Jorge. You were the one who chose this path. You chose greed over duty."
"Wrong!" he spat. "I chose my pack over these pretentious traditions so many of you want to hold near and dear to your hearts. You were unfit to be alpha. If you ask me, you still are."
I balled my fists at my side. He was trying to goad at me. He wanted a reaction, and giving him one would only satisfy his sick cravings.
