Lycian
I leaned back into the wall and sighed as I watched the two Wizards leave the room. As the door closed, Jordan faced me with a curious stare, “Do you really not know where they went?” He asked.
“Of course not. I’m psychic to an extent and that’s why they can’t read my mind.” I scoffed. Even if they couldn’t take the information from my mind, they would torture me. My heart skipped at the realization of that. I wasn’t like other Werewolves and I can’t stand torture.
“What?” Jordan asked. I didn’t realize they I had shown how worried I am. I faced sideways at me, resting my head on the wall.
I wanted to be honest and have someone to talk to
“He just said he’ll torture us and I’m scared,” I said, trying to hide the embarrassment I was feeling, afterall, Werewolves and
