Alekaiser awoke to blinding light, signalling a new day trapped within the walls of hell. The former beta's mind was mostly foggy from the sedatives they pumped into him, having him struggle to maintain some sense of his surroundings. Alekaiser sat in a corner of his cell, keeping his back safe while watching the door, only waiting for his turn of the daily torture treatments. In the early days perhaps he would of tried to fight it but now he was to broken to even try and stop the wretched beings from doing what they did, only the wolf tried driving the little bit of humanity left in Alekaiser away little by little, day by day.

He had been locked away for so long that he could not remember what the outside world was like, what it was like to be cold. Indeed the cells were not all that well insulated and made of concrete that it seemed always cold but it wasn't the same cold as living out in the world. How he longed to return home but deep down he knew that his home was gone. What was left of the Silver Claw Pack was stuck in this facility and he knew not even if his alpha had survived and if he had what he was like now. The pack bonds were gone, he felt no one anymore.

The sounds of whimpers, angered growls, and howls of pain signified that their tormentors were here, starting the first rounds of torture of the first poor victims. The wolf within growled in outrage and wanted to fight but his body was to numb, to weak to move. All he could do was wait for his turn and bide his time in hope that maybe, just maybe there would be a chance to escape one day. What would happened after was conflicting, the string of humanity that was left wanted to just go live in peace be it in his old home or just in some cave in the middle of no where. The wolf however wanted revenge, to taste the blood of his tormentors between his teeth and listen to their screams of agony for all the pain they had caused him, his pack, his family, his friends, and all the other werewolves that were trapped in the facility like him.