LIAM

I’d lost track of time, trapped in this hellhole. The days blurred together and I couldn't tell day from night. Each one was more torturous than the last.

With every second passing, my worry only grew more and more. My mind replayed over and over the sight of my pack members being tortured. I hated myself for not being able to protect them. I could still even hear their screams.

After a while, I heard the wooden door to what I now called my cell creak open. A few figures stepped ...