Arlene's POV
Mischa sits across from me in the sterile interrogation room. I had her released the moment Jamiya confirmed her father complied with our demands. She looks refreshed now, wearing clean denim shorts and a simple LSL t-shirt. Her mate will be freed shortly. His words remain respectful, though his piercing stare could incinerate me several times over if hatred alone could kill.
"You had the power to end his life," she murmurs, her voice barely audible. "What stopped you?"
"Killing isn't who I am," I respond with a casual shrug.
"That contradicts everything I've been told about you," she replies, skepticism lacing her tone.
"You and your father exist as insignificant particles drifting through my universe. Temporary visitors who understand nothing about my true nature. I acted solely to protect my family's safety. I would never commit the atrocities you inflicted upon my pack."
"Yet you'd cross those lines for your own blood," she snarls, her composure cracking.
