C97 CHAPTER NINETY SEVEN

ALPHA KONAN'S POV

I took a look at Godfather's body, hung upright, his arms stretched above his head. His wrists and ankles were bound in thick, silver chains laced with painful shift serum.

The serum was already working its magic as usual, keeping his wolf weak and on the edge of madness, but not enough to let him slip.

I stepped closer and took in more of his sorry features