I lifted my chin, daring him to do worse. His gaze was wild with unchecked rage, and for a moment, I thought he might strike me again. Instead, he turned to his Beta, Mason, who stood silently by the door, watching the scene unfold.
"Lock her in the basement," Luther ordered. "She can rot there until she learns to respect her sister."
My heart stilled. "You wouldn’t."
Luther leaned in, his voice a whisper of ice. "Try me."
Mason hesitated for only a second before grabbing my arm, his grip firm. I didn’t fight as he dragged me away. It was no use. The moment Luther made up his mind, there was no changing it.
The Skyler pack basement was nothing more than a forgotten pit of darkness, damp and reeking of mildew. The heavy metal door creaked as Mason shoved me inside, the sound echoing through the stone walls before it slammed shut behind me.
The darkness swallowed me whole.
I slammed my fists against the door. "Luther! Get me out of here!"
Nothing. Just silence.