Another fist hit me hard in the face as the tears I had tried to hold back flowed freely down my cheeks.
"Where have you been, Iris?" His rancid, slithery voice asked me.
"I've told you, I've just been running," I told him, ignoring the wailing sound my voice was making.
"I do not believe you could get this far without help," he spat at me, and the aching sensation filled my jaw as his fist connected to it.
He had been questioning me for hours. My head fell down, and I caught a glimpse of all my blood that had splattered all over the floor.
"Who were the wolves that had helped you?" he asked, grabbing a chunk of my hair and forcing me to look at him.
"I don't know, they just helped me," I told him, hearing my sobs echo back around the room.
"That's two people dead because of y
