Birth a boy?
Josh was tied up in only ripped trousers. His arms above his head. Dangling in the air. His face was smeared with blood dripping from the cuts made through being beaten mercilessly
The doors to the dungeon opened. The smell of steel and rust, dried blood and dust lingered in the room
The man could barely lift his head, his wolf was weakened by silver nitrate injected in his veins.. low and heavy footsteps approached where he was. The dark room gave a frightening aura. There was no light nor was there a window for fresh air.
Aiden stood at a distance. Composed and calm. Josh tried lifting his head knowing he sensed the old wolf from a mile away. He didn't have to look up to know Aiden graced him with his presence which Josh didn't appreciate