Cameron’s POV:

In the cold, damp dungeon, my brother Carson unleashed a relentless fury upon Arnold, the son of the man who had taken our father away from us. The scent of blood hung thick in the air as I stormed in, my wolfish instincts urging me to intervene.

"Enough, Carson!" I roared, my voice echoing off the stone walls. I forcefully pulled him away from our prisoner, my eyes locking onto Arnold's defiant gaze.

"He deserves worse for what his father did to ours!" Carson retorted, his anger unyielding.

I squared off with my impulsive brother, arguing for reason amid the turmoil. "We need him for leverage, not a...