ALPHA KONAN'S POV

I took a look at Godfather's body, hung upright, his arms stretched above his head. His wrists and ankles were bound in thick, silver chains laced with painful shift serum.

The serum was already working its magic as usual, keeping his wolf weak and on the edge of madness, but not enough to let him slip.

I stepped closer and took in more of his sorry features. His head dropped forward, his chin, resting just above his chest. He was unconscious.

Behind me, Kellan asked. "What do you want to do with him, Alpha?"

I didn't take my eyes off the bastard. "Wake him up."

Kellan got...