I stormed out of the torture cells and started violently throwing my fists against the nearest Oak tree.
"f**k! f**k! f**k!", I roared while punching the bark of the tree until a hole formed that threatened to take it down.
I spent an entire hour interrogating Danny and she just won't break. Werewolf interrogations don't even last half an hour without someone being tortured for refusing to speak. Mathew and Ken start breaking bones within the first few minutes and people start singing like a canary.
"I can't do it. I can't f*****g do it!", I growled lowly.
Why would Mathew ask me to do this? I'll do anything and everything, but not this. Danny can see me. She has seen my smile, my frown, my scowl. She sees me. She's ran her hands through my hair. She's laid her head on my chest and she
