(Third Person POV)
Xander pressed the rogue against a tree, his grip unyielding. The rogue’s breath hitched in fear, eyes wide as Xander's sharp claws dug into his chest.
“Where is she?” Xander growled, his voice a low, deadly whisper. The rogue squirmed, feeling the cold steel of Xander’s resolve against the warmth of his flesh. Xander had always been a creature of instinct, but right now, fury and desperation surged within him like a tidal wave. The rogue could feel the sharp tips of Xander’s claws brushing against his heart, a reminder of how quickly his life could be snuffed out. The lethal pressure made him whimper, his mind racing through the possibilities.
“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he stammered, his bravado crumbling under Xander’s fierce glare.
“Liar,” Xand
