REO - POV
“Here you are, asshole.” A guard pushed the food plate for me. My hands were chained, and the smell of my blood permeated the prison. My head was spinning from all the hits that Nas and Kaiz had thrown at me. These cretins exacted their vengeance by battering me up for the thrashing they received at my hands in California. I gnawed on the old bread, which was so hard that I could hardly swallow it.
My mother wants me to remain in this cell as long as possible while she talks to George and other Covens about reducing my sentence. At the same time, my wolf continued nagging me to get out of there and stop listening to my mother’s crap. It seemed like there was a battle going on in my mind.
My wolf could no longer nag me, so I shut him down. As I lay down on my back, I attempted
