ALLAN’S POV
“Where is my friend who you were trying to impersonate”, I asked my anger on a high level, not only was he here on Droker’s order, but he tried impersonating Fredrick,
“I…., he’s in the wood…”,
“What did you do to him..”
I pressed the sword again, and any moment now his head would be flying off the ground,
“He’s fine…., he’s fine…, he’s just knocked out…”,
“How were you able to get him there, you don’t look like much…”,
“Darts…. Some weird arrow I was given by my alpha, I don’t question man…, I just do as I’m told….”,
“And how are you so sure he’s okay… if you don’t know what it is, and what it does”,
“He was breathing after he fell…”,
“And where is Droker”,
He was quiet now…,
I pressed a little bit more, not enough to kill him, but enough to keep him screaming….”,
