Moan Of An Alpha Queen
“We need answers. The rogue wolf—whom I was told that was successfully captured knows answers to this poison looming around your Majesty. This whip... it can get us the information we need. It can make him speak.”
I was silent for a long moment, my claws flexing again, as the implications of his words sank in. The rogue wolf—the one who had survived my touch, the one who had left me with an aching void that I couldn’t ignore. I had not sought him out again after that night. But he had returned to haunt me in ways I wasn’t prepared for.
“The whip is meant to break the spirit,” I murmured, more to myself than to anyone else. “It will destroy him before it gives us answers.”
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