Willow stood quietly inside the Alpha's office of the Stone Claw Pack, her hands folded loosely in front of her as she stared out the large windows overlooking the pack grounds.
Beside her stood Damon. Unlike Willow, the Rogue King looked... satisfied. Not happy exactly. Satisfied.
There was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, one that had appeared more and more often during the past three days.
Willow already knew why. She didn't even have to ask. Damon had just come from the dungeon. Again. Three days.
For three days, Damon had visited Rafe every morning before sunrise and every evening before returning to his room.
For three days, Cerberus had made good on every promise he had uttered inside the ceremony hall.
And for three days... Rafe had begged for death.
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