Page 100 of Jagged Souls

He’s hurt my girl.

Now I will hurt his.

Twenty-Seven

HIM

They’re pathetic.

Squealing like fucking pigs, the two try to talk over each other, desperate to gain my favor. As if they think there is anything they can say that will save them from pain. I know what they did to my wife. They will never know a moment’s peace until the day they die.

“She’s in the Underworld.”

“He has to undergo the Elusive Mysteries first. It’s a big thing. One of the last steps.”

“Eleusinian,” the first werewolf corrects. “He has to go to Greece for it.”

“When?” I demand as I walk over.

He shakes his head as snot and tears pour down his face. “I don’t know.” His shoulders hunch forward. “We’re only the rejects. He doesn’t tell us anything.”

“Then how do you know this?”

His head snaps up as his eyes widen in fear, thinking I’m going to punish him for lying. “Eduardo told me.”

“Me too,” the second one adds, shuddering as he still sits in his own piss. He lifts his right arm, twisted by medical experiments, the bones rotated to give it an awkward angle. His hand is permanently slanted twenty-odd degrees to the outside. “Antonio let him cut into us as a reward for finding out what the Mysteries entail. He was on a high for weeks.”

“He likes to talk while he’sworking,” the first wolf says, his voice breaking, but I don’t give a shit about what they’ve suffered through. I don’t care if they were ripped from their families and forced to join Antonio’s gang as nothing more than bodies to be dissected.They raped my wife.

“What do they entail?”

The wolf sitting in his piss starts to sob uncontrollably. The other one shakes his head in terror. “I don’t know. He didn’t say. But please… let me go. Antonio would’ve killed us if we didn’t fight. But I can leave. I can leave and never come back. Please… just, please... My name’s Jona,” he says, trying to humanize himself to me but only managing to piss me off. “I’m a good guy.”

“You’re a rapist.”

He flinches.

Dayne steps up to us, radiating with the fury he hasn’t yet been able to release. He glances at me, a silent request for permission to break the containment spell and kick this fucker’s ass. I nod at him as I turn to the piss-sitter. I only need one of them to talk.

“The white wolf with the purple eyes,” I say. “What’s his name?”

He whimpers.

Jona screams. He tried to attack Dayne as soon as he opened the circle, but now he’s down on his knees, his back arched in agony, his body convulsing, and all Dayne’s done is grab his arm. He can control electricity, but he doesn’t shoot it like Talon did. He wields it elegantly – precisely and controlled. Small lethal attacks rather than the crushing bursts of power my brother preferred.

Stepping behind Jona, Dayne places his free hand on the side of the guy’s head. The werewolf stops convulsing, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t fight. Frozen by Dayne’s electricity through his brain, his every moment now being controlled, he just stares at the ceiling in horror. Dayne places his other hand on his head.

Then Jona reaches down to his soft cock and grabs hold of it with his right hand. Tears fall down his cheeks. The captive I’m talking to cries just as hard, perhaps knowing he will soon suffer the same fate.

“Tim...othy,” he sobs in answer to my question about the sadist. “He tortured me too. I didn’t want to… do that to her. But he forced –”

He screams, loud and shrill. Pure terror that causes him to jerk back, right into the runes still surrounding him. He shrieks again as he’s burned, but it’s nothing on the noise Jona is making.

He squeezed his dick so tight it became purple. Then he yanked his arm, fast and hard, away from his body. He did not manage to tear his penis off, not enough power, but he’s degloved it. The skin’s been severed from the base, and now it dangles in his grip. A bloody sock.

His eyes dark clouds of vengeance, Dayne forces Jona’s hands towards his mouth.

The wolf’s screams grow higher; he knows what’s about to happen.