I learnt the truth about wolves that night. Strength was the ultimate thing. Wolves respected strength. Only the strong ruled, that was the rule. You wouldn't know I was the same guy that was being tortured helplessly earlier on.
I staggered to the torture room since I was injured in the fight, I didn't know if Eric would return but I doubted it. Unless he was prepared to fight me again. No one spoke when I entered the room, they kept their heads down.
I stared at Paul who obediently got chained, he didn't even dare look at me. The guards likewise didn't even dare to breathe. Victoria and her mom had their heads down . I felt like I had fought enough, I had no hard feelings for these men. Turns out I only needed to fight, not avenge myself.
I casually sat on the table and contemplated
