Bryce's POV
If I don't get some answers soon, I am likely to explode and kill everyone in sight. My claws are knuckle-deep in Doctor Wilson's shoulder and I feel some sort is sick satisfaction and the feeling of his flesh wrapped around my fingers.
Doctor Wilson refuses to answer my demand for answers. He merely whimpers in pain, as I drag him across the ground. Amber is cowering behind Ace trying to avoid my wrath, but little does she know that she is next if someone doesn't start talking soon.
Ace is, of course, trying to mitigate the situation. "Bryce," he says a little too gently. "We need them both alive."
Amber wraps her arm around Ace's arm and holds herself close to him.
"Don't f*****g touch my brother," I growl at Amber and she immediately lets go of Ace's arm.
