[thoughtless]

"I should leave you up all night for the stunt you just pulled," he responds taking a key from his pocket. He slips it into the collar's lock and with a sharp click, Vyra's first shackle fell to the floor. He opens the remaining locks, keeping hold of the chains and Vyra's body sags against the wall. He leads the smaller man into a shabbily furnished bedroom and attaches the shackles to the metal bed-frame. Looser than the wall, but still sturdy.
"Don't make me regret this."
He closes the bedroom door behind him and locks it. 2 guards had already entered the home to begin their shift. Reylan exits out the back and finds a young man still asleep on his duty. Without hesitation he balls his fist and strikes, sending the man tumbling backwards. Reylan's boot finds his ribs, then his spine. When he was finished the guard would never ever but the pack in jeopardy again, and he would have a limp for the foreseeable future.