Chapter 162

Hazel's POV

"You do not scare me. I answer to Alpha Phelan only and you would not dare cross him," he said.

"Oh, is the fool now eager to establish his relationship with the Silver Hands?"

"I answer to Alpha Phelan," he repeated.

"No, fool. You answer to me."

I stood before the iron bars of the cell, and the prisoner's gaze locked onto mine with a mixture of defiance and disdain. I turned to the warden, a silent command passing between us as he stepped forward, a gleam of anticipation in his eyes. With a nod of approval, I motioned for him to enter the cell, knowing that it was time to get to the bottom of things.

The warden wasted no time, his movements swift and efficient as he approached the prisoner with a set of gleaming tools in hand. With a menacing grin, he selected a particularly cruel-looking implement—a metal rod with a sharpened tip—and brandished it before the prisoner's eyes with a flourish. Generally speaking, you do not want to draw blood first thing when beginning tor