The Secrets of The Reverence Pack

Chapter 41: Rage

Author's Note: !!!HEAVY THEME WARNING!!! Hi guys! It's been a while since I put this kind of warning up. This chapter contains some dark things, with a little bit of gore. So, if you aren't into that, or feel like it might affect you in a negative way, please do not read this chapter. For those that do, I really hope you like it! It was absolutely crazy to write and left me on the edge of my seat!

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-Saturn

"Hiroko!" Shiro whispered to get her attention. "I think I found something!" They had been looking for grandpa for three days then. He had gone missing, even in the mind link. It just wasn't like him to leave without telling them. He usually always brought Shiro along with too.

"Be quiet, Shiro!" she hushed him. Her long hair went down to her waist. It was beautiful, and she had gotten many compliments for it. Grandpa had told her that she looked just like their mother. But Shiro hadn't seen anything but pictures of her.

"There's no one here," he told her. He had scanned the area multiple times before coming out of his hiding spot. Their father had been coming in and out of this room all day. It wasn't like him. Usually, he just stayed in his office. "You need to see this."

She met him by the large doors. They were ominous and black, in an area of the house that neither of them had ever been before. He wasn't even sure if Grandpa had been there. But he had a hunch that he was through those doors.

"It's to the basement," Hiroko explained. "Father always told me never to go down here."

Shiro didn't say anything. He looked at the door, unafraid of its dark essence. He didn't care what warning it gave, he was going to figure out where his grandpa was. With that thought embedded into his mind, he walked up to the door, put his small hands on the long handle, and pulled it opened.

What he saw in the little sliver of sunlight would haunt him for the rest of his life.

"You can make this so much simpler, Shiro," his father said, his voice calm and cold. "You can end the misery, the pain. All you have to do is tell me his name."

He remained silent, as he had been for what seemed like ages now. This was a true test of his skills: to remain in control of his mind and body while his father did his worst to him. Bruises, cuts, blood. None of it could heal due to the silver chains that separated his arms and legs. They were connected to the concrete walls. The pain from the silver was nothing compared to the pain over the rest of his body.

It would pass. It would pass. As long as he stayed in control, he knew that he could make it out of this alive. For he had something that his grandfather didn't. He had more knowledge of the man that kept inflicting pain upon him.

"Why are you so afraid to speak his name, Shiro?" his father asked. He stood with his back facing him, sharpening a long sword. It was already stained in Shiro's blood from the times he had used it on him earlier. "Is it because he's that important to you? What do you think I'll do to him? I merely wanted to know a name."

Except he didn't. He wanted to find his mate so that he could torture the both of them and have them take turns watching. He knew his father too well to not know exactly what his plans were. Only, that would be if Shiro had a normal mate. If his father knew about Jett, then it would be much different. Then his father would use their bond to try and gain more power.

But all of this he kept in his mind. For his mind was his safe haven at the moment.

"You are nothing but a disgrace, Shiro!" the man hissed at him. He took the sword he was sharpening and slashed his chest again. It was so sharp that all it took was a flick of the wrist and you could get cut from it. This one was deeper than the others, too. The smell of his own blood pouring out of him was enough to make him vomit. But he had to hold back. He had to stay in control.