Colton's POV
L paced inside me as I walked out of the kitchen.
You should've killed them. They touched what's ours. They disrespected her. They disrespected us.
I pushed him aside as I walked down to the dungeon where the witch was being held.
"Alpha," Michael bowed as I approached. He was just about to leave the dungeon, and I narrowed my eyes at him. I hadn't given him the order to stop torturing her.
"I wanted to come see you. It's about the witch… she's refusing to eat. She keeps repeating the same words. That it's all your fault. That the lady is cursed," he hesitated, his hand lightly scratching his jaw. "I don't think she's going to be of any help to us."
L snarled so loudly inside me, unwilling to cooperate. Let me out. I'll silence her forever. She won't live to utter such nonsense anymore.
I clenched my fists. That woman's voice echoed in my head.
She's doomed. Forget her.
