(Lucas)
I walked to my closet and grabbed a new outfit. I had taken a shower to wash off the blood that had spilled on me as I was questioning and torturing the rogue from earlier. The blood gushing from his wounds gave me some sort of satisfaction as I questioned him.
I looked at the full-length mirror in my room as my mind went back to the rogue has had tortured me earlier. I tried to find out how he was able to mask his scent but he wouldn't say. No amount of torture or wolfsbane made him answer my questions. I had cut him severally and poured wolfsbane into his wounds but he just stared straight at me with a sick smile. The look on his face as he was dying haunted my thoughts. He looked happy to have resisted my tortures and simply mouthed the words “war” to me as he welcomed his dea
