36: Red Moon

Logan

It’s been a month since I first arrived in this hell hole. Throughout the weeks, I’ve taken turns between being locked in the cellar to being chained next to Nicolas, helpless against his wrath.

Several times, one thing or another would happen that would send the man into an all-out rage. I still shudder at seeing him shift from man to wolf, not caring that his clothes would tear and fall away like dirty rags every time he did ...