~ CASIMIR ~
I paced that cell, grinding my teeth, hands clenched at my sides as I cracked his mind open like an egg-careful not to change anything, but sending those sifting threads through him just as surely as I did with any wolf under the mountain.
He'd managed to evade my torrent of searching power because I'd sent everything towards the catacombs, while he'd been downhill from us.
I wasn't going to make that mistake a second time.
Much as I hated it, I was using a technique my father had taught me.
The power, like anything else, needed to be molded and directed. Compelling a person to truth and nothing else was fine-if you knew the questions to ask. But compulsion created its own risks.
If the person believed they couldn't speak, or their mind was so consumed with the points you'd raised that they didn't consider anything else, it was very easy to overlook important information.
