Third Person’s P.O.V.
“Tell me what I want to know?” I twisted the silver knife laced in wolfsbane inside the stomach of the assassin that my men captured a few days ago during the fight with the Night Crawlers Pack. He screamed in pain but then started laughing manically as if someone had possessed him. “What’s so funny about my question, huh?” I twisted the knife again and he laughed more and then suddenly spat on my mouth. I closed my eyes and felt the anger already boiling inside me on the verge of coming out. I left the knife inside his stomach and wiped my mouth. I opened my eyes and then glared at that mutt. He must be not more than twenty years old but his will was stronger than everything.
I and my men were torturing him for the last three days and he was already on the verge of
