Layla felt herself tense as she walked down the corridor to the dungeon, with Madden and his entourage of people in tow. Axel grabbed her hand as they walked.
“Easy, kitten,” he murmured, as he rubbed her palm with his thumb. ”You are only here as a witness, any torturing will be done by someone other than yourself.
“What a relief,” she mocked.
She had been both excited, and apprehensive, about the wolf’s interrogation ever since the whole room of people had found out about his existence.
It wasn’t like she didn’t think the wolf deserved it, but somewhere in the dark recesses of her mind, Layla wondered if there was any good left in the man.
“Relax, human,” Chalci purred, padding beside her, curling her long black tail around Layla’s leg.
“The wolf deserves his fate.”
“I know Chalci
