"Answer me, witch!" Zaydem roared, all the anger and frustration pouring out. He held her enough to make her feel fear, but he knew if he used his brutal raw strength, she would have been dead in seconds as her head would have been snapped off. He could still kill her even if she attacked with spells, but she wasn’t.
"I’ve treated you like a son," she croaked.
"No, you've treated me like a guilty chore you had to do to feel better about yourself."
He felt her body go weak as she left his hands to strangle her, and Zaydem could take no more of it if her cold, soulless eyes had no redemption in them, and so he released her. Ulmar wheezed out coughing as she tried to breathe into her collapsed lungs.
"What I did was the best for the onyx pack; it needed to be done. I'm sorry, that’s all I
