Hades' POV

They were confident about resisting the urge to lunge an attack at I and my subjects. Why were they so quiet now? I thought they were the rulers of the pack.

"We aren't here with guns. Why surrender?" I asked, laughing derisively at them.

"I beg your pardon." The father said, "here are the details of Brielle. She's in her early twenties, fair and a beautiful damself. She went to Oakland high school and lived in Texas for..." He began to say but I interrupted suddenly.

"I didn't ask for that, dumbass," I said and faced the guards who were holding chains that have been soaked in silver...