Thoren
Brent looked worse than the last time we’d seen him.
Not physically. Physically, he was perfectly fine, which honestly seemed to irritate him more than if we’d beaten him bloody. No, it was the isolation getting to him. The silence. The lack of interaction. Wolves were social creatures by nature, even the cruel ones, and after days locked inside a reinforced holding room with nobody but guards for company, the strain was finally beginning to show around the edges.
Good.
The heavy door shut behind Kael and me with a metallic clang that echoed through the holding room. Brent sat at the table waiting for us, his eyes flicking first to Kael before settling on me.
“You brought the Beta,” he said calmly. “I thought perhaps he’d abandoned you.”
Kael didn’t react, which told me more t
