Shawn
My hands twitched as blood ran down them and dripped onto the cold dead ground off of my fingertips. I was traveling to a deep and dark place of my soul that I didn't even recognize. I had been dark and broody and cruel when I lost Paisley, but this? This side of me scared even me.
I've lost track of the time it's been. Has it been days? Months? Time has no meaning to me right now. The only thing I can do, the one singular focus I have is getting her back. Every single shifter we rescued and interrogated had the same story or versions of the same story. Their tortures were either different or similar but never the same but the end goal was apparently the same. It wasn't something any of us could have even thought of or been prepared for.
“How many?” I asked, my voice completely
