chapter 18

Gannon I count every strike against the old hag’s back, watching as she hangs limp in the restraints. My eyes wander to the pack house from which the king has yet to emerge. I furrow my brows, glancing around at the guards. I am so preoccupied with dealing with Mrs. Daley I don’t realize the king is still inside the pack house. I wipe my hands on my jeans, which are drenched in blood from the back spray from off the whip. “Is he still in there?” I ask one of the men standing guard by the doors. He nods. “Yes, Gamma, we tried to go in, but he told us not to disturb him,” the man speaks, and I raise an eyebrow at him as I climb the steps before shoving the rickety old door in. Alpha Dean and Alpha Brock are sitting on the steps in the hallway. “Where is the king?” I ask before Alpha Dean lifts a shaking finger and points toward the basement door. “He told us to get out and wait up here,” Alpha Dean says, and by how pale he is, something has scared the life out of the old man. As I open t