Third person POV
The iron gate creaked open, allowing the lamp illuminate the cage interior dimly. The figure curled on the floor of its darkest corner raised his head at the dim light.
"Hello Derrick." Evans walked in, flanked on each side of him, two towering killer wolves.
A low growl escaped the Alpha's lips, the chains on his feet and hands rattle on the cold ground. His once flawless face and body now filled with deep scars and bruises but his bulging intimidating muscle remained.
"Too tired to reply I presume?" Evans stopped few feet to him. He sighed. "I hate when I am ignored and you know it. A small wave or hello will suffice."
"Shouldn't that tell you I'm not in the mood too?" Alpha Derrick growled.
"You're never in the mood, Derrick." he paced.
"What do you want? I
