Zane pov.
I threw him into one of the cages lying around. It was rusty, half-broken, but it didn’t matter. I wrapped more silver thread around him until it cut deep into his skin. He was covered in wounds, barely breathing. His blood soaked through the metal floor.
Then I picked up the severed head of one of his rogues and tied it around his neck.
“Wear it proudly,” I said. “That’s your pack now.”
The head swung as he breathed, blood dripping from the torn neck, sliding through the cage gaps and pooling beneath him. The trail followed me as I walked out.
Back at our tribe, the entire tribe had gathered. Some stood at their doors, others on the path, all staring at me like they were scared to even breathe. No one said a word.
I didn’t care.
All I wanted was to see Jessica.
I walked
