The Alpha's Burden
she said, pausing to take a sip of water that Connor had put in front of her.
“Help this person do what?” I asked, trying to keep Brittany on track. She looked up to me, “To capture her,” Brittany said. “Why?” I asked impatiently. “I do not know why. I do not know why anyone would want that weak bitch!” Brittany screamed at me, trying to stand up. Her wrists were chained to the table, and when she stood, the silver cut into her skin, burning it. The smell of burnt flesh was filling the air.