The Breakout Part 2

In the dungeon, William sat in his cell, rubbing his burned hand.

'Even if it is you, William, that was far too reckless. What were you thinking? Slamming your hand on the bars like that?' Liam scolded his werewolf.

'Shut it, will ya? Just got in the moment. Besides, it's not like I'm the only one who got pissed off by what that one-armed wolf was saying. You would've done the same exact thing,' William retorted, wincing slightly as he continued his attempt to soothe the pain he had inflicted onto himself earlier from Steve's visit.

As the Beta had suspected, William truly did pretend to be unfazed when he slammed his hand on the silver bars. Although it affected him just as much as it would any other werewolf, the Alpha refused to let it show on his face, for he wanted to impose some fear onto Steve. To teach him a valuable lesson that should be taught to any overconfident, foolish werewolf like him.

To NEVER mess with a werewolf superior to you.

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