West POV
Heath was a bloodied, torn-up mess, laying on the cell floor in a pool of his own blood. He could see there were wolfen claws and bite marks on the man. He turned and raised an eyebrow at T.J. as they leaned on the cell bars, both of them had been staring at the man as he’d stared right back at them.
“What? Lark really likes his new chew toy.” he’d smiled right at West.
“I can see that. He chewed him up real good.”
“Yep, can’t wait to do it again,” he’d smirked and turned his eyes back to the man in question.
West too looked down at the man, once a valued pack member, honorable and loyal, now a rogue and a prisoner. He’d never really had much to do with Jo-anne’s father, other than the threat that had come out of his mouth when she was 16; of him going to the Wolfen Council.
