Chapter 67

KAEL.

Dawn fucking Leonard.

I sat on a stool one of my guards had brought into the dungeon, facing the two murderers from my pack—those I would soon eliminate.

In my hand, I held a rod curled around my fingers, the ends fitted with three tail whips. A bowl of silver sat beside me, and without taking my eyes off them, I dipped the ends of the whips into it.

I smirked as Alvin regarded me with wide-eyed shock that bordered on panic. Shame on him if he thought I wouldn’t torture them.

I had a lot planned for them. First, I wanted to find out the reason for their betrayal because, despite racking my brain, I couldn’t come up with a motive.

With a single roll of my shoulders, I asked, “So, who would like to enlighten me as to why my father was so brutally murdered?”

“Oh please, I killed him in the most peaceful way ever,” Dawn scoffed. “Talk about brutality if I had chopped off his head.”

Tipping my head back, I cackled. When I finished, I stood and sauntered toward them. I was going to st