Page 122 of Losing My Siren Luna
“The commander said he would see you tomorrow. He said they needed to take a trip to the orphanage anyway."
The orphanage? What for?
I don’t have time to ask as another man exits the building, stretching and yawning as he looks around, calling someone’s name. He may have come out to look for his friend, the one my men just hauled off.
Jeremy, one of my best in battle, sneaks up behind him and stabs him in the neck with a new syringe, then covers his mouth with his hand, putting him into a headlock and dragging him away before he can yell.
My men are good. Trained in battle, they are unmatched compared to these men. If it came to an all-out brawl, we would have the advantage for sure. I’m trying to avoid that if I can. They shouldn’t be able to mind link at this distance, but I want to take every precaution necessary to protect my pack and my wife from her uncle if he chooses to retaliate. If he is unaware of these events happening today, it would be weeks, maybe even months before he starts snooping around, demanding answers.
Within an hour, we had most of the men in the dungeons. Just Isaac and one other guard are left.
“Let’s go,” I told Nilo, moving from the arms room to make my way over to the dorms.
“You going to handle the big guy you couldn’t quit glaring at yesterday?” Nilo asked.
I’m tempted to slit the man’s throat in his sleep. “Save the wolfsbane and just do it,”Killian urges me.
I might. If he puts up a fight or says anything I do not like, I just might kill him instead of taking him alive. I want to rid the world of such vermin, and avenge my wife’s mother.
“Just deal with the other guy. I got him," I told my Beta.
Nilo chuckles darkly. “Don’t torment him too much, Alpha. Leave him with the ability to talk.”
“No promises,” I muttered.
Moving into the dorms, all was quiet. Too quiet. No snoring and moving around.
“They are up and know something is wrong,”I mind link Nilo. He nods at me, two warriors moving to flank us if we need their assistance.
I won’t. Killian is pushing forward and ready, wanting to take control and handle this in the way he handles all threats. He wants to expire them with his claws and teeth, spraying their blood and tearing them to shreds until their lives are no more.
We move silently, listening closely for the men's hearts accelerating on the other side of their bedroom doors. In seconds, we both kick down the doors and have the last two men on the ground. I’m almost disappointed at how easy Isaac was to take down.
“I knew some shit was wrong,” he sneers, my warrior sliding the needle into his neck, preventing his beast from taking form as fur begins to sprout on his skin. “Is this because of that whore you took as your wife? Did she lie and say I tried to take her for myself? It’s a lie! She was only 14 and-”
I pounded my fist into his stomach after rolling him over, then planted my other into the side of his face. He groans, spitting out a tooth and blood.
“SHE TOLD ME NOTHING!” I snarled, Killian’s fury bleeding into mine. “You just said it all yourself.”
14? He tried to force himself on my wife when she was just 14? He is dead. He will not live past today. After I get all the information from him I can, I personally will deal with his death. I will be letting Killian free to torture and torment him in ways that will have him begging me for death.
“Take him away with the others,” I told my men, feeling the burning urge to shift now. Not yet. I still need information.
“What do you want to do with them now, Alpha? Start the interrogations, or let them stew for a bit?” Nilo asks.
“Find Percy,” I told him. “Have him identify any of the men that hurt his mate and we will start with them. Let him lead.”
“You got it, sir,” Nilo smirks, a glint in his eye.
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It turns out that 3 of the men were there when Yasmin was raped and tortured. Percy took his time with each of them, turning them into an example for the others. He peeled the skin off one, slowly, coating his raw flesh with silver to prevent regrowth if the wolfsbane wore off.
The other two experienced far worse. He castrated one, then gagged him with his filthy, bloody member, and cut his fingers and toes off one by one, then forced the last man to do to him what they did to Yasmin. He bled to death in the middle of the act, but Percy forced the last man to finish. When he was unable to, Percy started cutting pieces of him off, not letting him pull away from his dead friend.
It was gruesome and lasted hours, but no one thought any less of Percy for torturing them the way he did. His mate suffered greatly because of their hands. Any one of us would likely do the same for our mates.
I ordered the three men to be burned and their ashes be buried in the pig pen. They lived like pigs. I see no reason for them to spend their deaths in any other way.
