Better Than Revenge (Book 1 in Revenge series)

Chapter 23

*Josh 's Point of view*

She was starving.

I was starving.

She was in pain.

I was in pain because she was in pain.

She was tired.

I was exhausted.

They came in here and made me watch as they beat her, the whole pack.

I tried so hard to get to her, but the bars held me back, the bars that sent pain through my body.

Silver bars.

I sat in the corner, tears pouring silently down my face as I watched my very own father and stepmother beat the crap out of my other half, my only mate.

Her cries filled the silence around me, making the tears pour faster as I looked around at her family, all in a different cell than me, but yet in the same cell as each other.

They had a plan to get us out, ever since they got in here. They were just waiting, waiting for something to happen to Rose.

I had no idea what they were waiting for, she was already beaten enough as it was.

Whenever I asked, they would just smile mischievously and not say a word, just stare at their sister and daughter.

But it wasn't until today I found what they were waiting for.

It has been a week since we were put in here, no food or water or anything. It was extremely hot here, but I couldn't change that. There was no air condition in here, but a few heaters spread around.

This is how they torture werewolves. My dads idea, to be honest. But I'm his son, his only son, and he treats me like this?

Mom came a few times with food and water, but she couldn't sneak enough for everyone in so we all split it all, not much for each person. That's how we were surviving, off of my mom.

I winced as another kick was sent to her chest, a few cracks echoing around the cells.

I honestly thought they were gonna kill her.

"It's happening!" Pixie whispered cheerfully from her cell.

I looked to her in confusion, but turned my head back to Rose as my stepmother pulled her foot back, kicking her in her back and causing her to scream. She kicked her twice more and then the sound of another snap filled the silence and more screaming.

Dad lifted her by her arm and pulled her limp body up, slapping her across the face before dropping her limp form to the floor with a thump.

They smirked at me as they began walking to the door to the cell.

But they never made it.

The door to the cell slammed shut and licked itself as Rose got up weakly, standing before my parents.

They turned to her with wide eyes, but then dad walked forward with a smug smile on his face and I shook my head at his dumbness.

He just signed his own death wish.