You sit in the cell on the cold hard floor, two werewolves standing guard. It appears to be night, although it hard to tell since you’ve been down there for what feels like forever. That is until Malik comes down. Malik approaches the cage with slow, deliberate steps. Each step carried a silent warning, and along with his cold piercing gaze, it sent shiver down my spine. “Ready to talk yet?” He says as he looks down at me.
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