CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED & FORTY THREE

Flanagan's Pov

I wasn't expecting the response, and my brows furrowed immediately. As I held the man by his collar and jerked him up wildly; with rage building in my eyes.

"What happened to her?!" I yelled.

His entire frame shook in my hands as beads of sweat jumped across his forehead. He stuttered as he tried to get his words out, and I gripped onto his shoulders, suddenly piercing his skin with my claws.

He squirmed and stood on his toes in pain as he finally answered, and in a tone like pressured air released from a container.

"She's unconscious sire..." he squealed. "Some of my men said she transformed into a monster before she lost her balance and fell..." he explained, almost bursting. "We don't know what happened, we weren't there when it did, we only heard a loud boom..."

My frown deepened as his words sounded like a bad joke. And I grimaced wondering if he was trying to be funny; as I gripped his hands tighter, sinking my claws farther in his flesh.

"Is this a joke?" I frow