Lucas’s POV
“You need to calm down, Lucas,” Mason orders, holding me down. He pins my upper body against the wall, his forearm planted against the back of my neck, as Harper runs away.
“She knows something, though,” I growl through the pain spreading in my body. Watching her run made me want to chase, and now that she’s gone, my wolf is on edge and that all too familiar pain is coming back.
Mason sighs, “I know, but we can’t force her to talk. All we can do is wait until she’s ready to tell us something.”
“I don’t want to wait.”
Mason finally releases me and turns me around, “How are you going to force it out of her? Hm? Are you going to torture her until she tells you?”
“No! Of course not.”
Just the thought of hurting Harper to get information out of her makes me feel sick.
