For hours the hag and I torture Sampson. Every injury inflicted upon him never satisfied my anger. I thought getting my hands on Sampson and torturing him and then killing him would bring me peace and satisfaction, but it isn't. I can not help but feel guilty. I am no better than this man.
I Place the silver blade in my hand back down on the table and step out of the cell.
"Alpha Anthony, why have you stopped,?" Asked the old hag
"He is still alive, we must finish him"
"I am finished,"
"What,?"
"You heard me, I am finished,"
"You can not be serious Alpha," says Devin
"After everything he has done to you, to your son and family, you let him live,?"
"I know very well what he has done to me and my family Devin, you do not have to remind me, I live with it every day, my heart bre
