Third Person's POV
"Ulrik," her voice raspy and pained, her breath still foul, "why did you scar my face?"
"The word 'b***h' was carved into your cheek with wolfsbane. I had to cut it out or you'd wear it forever," Ulrik's tone was icy, masking the turmoil within.
Scarring his mate brought immense inner pain.
His wolf curled up, whimpering, but he had no choice.
"Those bastards," Velda cursed. "Solanke, I'll kill you!"
Ulrik gripped her chin, leaned in, and demanded, "Tell me, did you butcher villages at Bloodscar Border? Did you kill innocents?"
Velda, consumed by anguish, screamed hysterically at his question, "I regret it! I should have wiped out everyone, not just those three villages!"
Ulrik reeled, his gaze turning terrifying.
He continued, "What about torturing prisoners?"
