The Pack's Rebels
she accused.
“That’s where you would be wrong,” he told her ruffling around in the top tray of his torture devices. “I love. I love deeply and passionately. Devotedly,” his voice softened. “I love the person I asked you to find. I am afraid for her. She is all alone, out there, and she is… fragile. A lost lamb amongst the wolves. Literally, at this moment,” he paused his expression reflecting his concern. “And yet, you will not help me, and I have no choice but to…”