#Chapter71
JASON POV
I sat in the chair, my mind racing between the good and the bad. I felt like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde right now. My own personal mind was telling me that this was unnecessary, however my wolf felt as though this was needed, that this is what things had to resort too.
I pinched the top my nose. Struggling to drown out the headache that was forming from this internal battle of sin.
The room was cold, cool crisp air bouncing off of the thick cement walls. I blew a sigh, watching the smoke from my breath swim in to the air.
My wolf was howling for me to back off. Forcing me to return behind that tinted glass window. Obviously, I did.
WOLF POV.
My mate and I were leaving in two days for a few days. I refused to leave this last monstrosity dangling in my dungeon, clouding the atmosphere with is despicable musk of rogue and fear.
I have given him two options; tell me what he knows, or die at this very moment.
