Lucian's POV
As ordered, every man gathered in the central yard of the prison—a space typically used for inmate routines, punishments, disciplinary actions, ceremonial gatherings, and the occasional empty speech.
Tonight, however, it would turn into our own play ground.
Jason, Rafe, and I arrived shortly after. My eyes swept over the scene as we stood facing them.
Luis and Paul stood at the front and behind them, twenty guards stood assembled in formation—four neat rows of five. Those off-duty had rushed back as if the devil himself were breathing down their necks.
A few other guards remained stationed along the perimeter—men who hadn't been part of what happened six years ago. They had been appointed later. Fortunate for them.
I let my voice carry through the yard. "As you all know, we've gathered here tonight so I may reward each of you for your efforts in punishing the traitor of our pack... and ensuring she paid for what she did."
