I felt like I wanted to puke, looking at Julian and how his body had been tortured, tortured in the worst way possible. By pulling out his fangs, he had lost the possibility to claim his own mate, my sister, Melissa. He would never be able to make her fully his. Not only that, but he probably had lost his wolf with it as well. It was the worst torture I had ever seen in my entire life done on a werewolf, and I had seen a lot over the years. I was outraged as I kept looking at him. I needed to help him, he was in this state because of me, because they wanted answers about me, answers he had never even known the answer to in the first place.
“Let’s get him loose.” Was all I was able to say, as I walked up to him and started to pull the iron chains off of his body, hearing the man grunt as
