Chapter Fifteen

Axel PoV

"I know you know where he is," I scowled deeply while I fired up the electrical lighter, "all you need to do is to tell me and this torture will stop."

"Please," his pleas were muffled, "I don't know where my son is. He told no one of his disappearance, not even his wife. He just packed his bags all of a sudden and disappeared."

"Lies!" I slammed my hand on the table, and the knives and blades that were carefully laid out on it rattled, "lies, that's what you have been feeding me. Perhaps, our friendly chat last night wasn't enough motivation for you to talk. Perhaps this is enough motivation."

“Please, stop.”

But stopping was the last thing on my mind. All I needed was answers, and I was going to get them.

I ignored his screams as I presses the lighter against his skin, burning him until his flesh began to smell like roasted meat. And I was not done. I laced the burn wound with wolfsbane, and his screams turned to wails of agony. Werewolves are tough, but not against fire. A