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CILLIAN The male shifter was strapped to the chair, bloodied and broken in places when I’d entered the cell. He was pretty much naked, except for the black briefs. The basement cell where he was locked in was rather empty except for the chair and a table at the back. Four males from my pack, the highest-ranking securities, stood guarded in and outside. As I slowly got closer, the captive lifted his head. He tried to wriggle, wincing in pain as the terror-filled his eyes. “He was found hiding near the Creek, Alpha,” Remus said, bringing in a chair for me to sit. “And look at the tattoo.” The infamous skull and axe. These males were the mercenaries who were hired by the Crimson Moon Pack to be their enforcers. They were nothing but a bunch of f*****g rogues under the protection of Alph