She's a gorgeous woman.
A gorgeous, crazy woman. Werewolves were known for their strength, agility and of course their beauty. This woman in front of me, embracing herself in fear, surpasses werewolves with her beauty. From her file, she was also a rich woman, a socialite and happily married.
"Please, spare me. I've already told you everything I know," she trembled in anxiety. Her eyes were set to the side, not meeting my gaze. The display she was showing was far from her usual glamour. This woman was known to be charitable and fair to her workers.
"I know, but we're doing it all over again. How did you come up with Mercy? Where'd you hear it from?" I expected obedience from her because she went through the Alpha command. I didn't expect her to burst into tears, begging.
