Aila approached the cell with Darren in. The Delta's back was against the wall, his legs sprawled out before him. The blood on his face trickled down from the side of his forehead, nose and split skin on his cheeks along with busted up swollen lips. Aila knew he would heal in a few minutes, and the pain would be temporary unless Damon used wolfsbane on him.
"Have you used wolfsbane on him?" Aila asked quietly through the mind-link to Damon. Her eyes were still set on the Delta sitting on the ground.
"No," Damon's deep voice floated through her mind. Aila did not look at him. She didn't know how she was feeling at the sight of Darren.
Aila knew Damon wanted him dead, but she made a choice to have him locked away until she made her decision. It was inevitable that Darren might be beaten up, although she expected it from another pack member; he was, after all, a part of the plan to take her down. Aila gritted her teeth at the thought of it.
