Chapter Ninety One

The woman standing before me had the same colour of hair my mother did, but slightly different eye color. She did look very much like my mother, but slightly younger; she was sobbing silently, and I noticed her swollen eye and her mouth... her tongue was missing, preventing her from speaking.

Slade walked forward. He stared the woman up and down and scowled in irritation—this wasn’t what he was expecting, and it was a wound to his ego. He kicked the woman hard, and she fell to the ground. I am sure he broke a bone. Thane stared down at the woman, and I saw something flash in his eyes as he picked her up; she could hardly stand.

“She is from my pack, and I had promised you she would be dead,” Thane said to his father.

Slade didn’t seem satisfied by that; leaving it up to him, he would have lengthened the woman’s torture. Thane whispered something in the woman’s ears before slitting her throat. She choked on her own blood, clutching on to her throat as she dropped to the ground.

He had