Chapter Sixty

Zev’s POV

The whip slices me open and a warm trickle of blood cuts a path down my half healed back. The shackles hold me tight to the large, hard wood pole. My arms don’t reach around the huge parameter of the tree so chains stretch the distance between my wrists. My nails have been ripped from my fingers, left behind in the wood where I claw at it in agony. Three days I have been held captive by the Alpha know as Scarface. His name an apt depiction of the huge, gnarly scar the runs the length of his face. Blind in one eye with the colour gone from his iris. A blank, sightless orb lies in his face like the moon in the dark night sky.

I ran, blinded by my own fear, away from Channon and the wolves that hunted me that night. I wasn’t thinking clearly when I crossed into another pack’s territory. I thought I would be able to slip through unnoticed. I was wrong. I had only made it about a mile into their land before I was pounced upon by two, huge, vicious wolves. They dra