A/N: I like this Sky... ya'll will see what I mean after this chapter.

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I scowled when I saw Miza and Moria waiting for me. I was tired because I had been reading the book and checking in on Ben, causing him to get annoyed with me. I was in no mood to talk to him. All I wanted was to get information and go back home.

Home... that concept was weird for me, but it was true. That pack became mine and my little pack's home. We were accepted into the pack and became a family.

"Did you get what you needed?" I asked.

"Do you have the book?" Miza asked, causing me to scowl. "Sk-"

"Yes, I have it," I replied, interrupting him. "I know how important it is to this."

Miza frowned but nodded his head. "I wasn't able to get that much information from him. Do what you want bu-"

"Don't kill him. I have heard you the first couple of times," I said, interrupting him.

Miza scowled. "I am going to go in with you and make sure that you do not kill him." He held his hand up, causing me to shut my mouth. "I won't intervene."

"Good." I paused and sighed. "Whatever you see or hear, don't discuss it. Jerecho doesn't know."

Miza frowned and furrowed his brows. Confusion filled his eyes because Jerecho knew a lot about me and what I had gone through. He glanced at Moria causing her to nod her head.

She had a grim look on her face, and I knew that it killed her not to tell him. However, we both knew that it was dangerous for him to know. We both knew that he would have tried to take matters into his own hands and be banished from Ilrion where he will die as a human in the human world. "It's... not pretty, Councilman," she said, using his title.

Miza glanced at me and nodded his head. "Lead the way," he said, causing me to nod my head.

I walked into the room and sneered at the Shazarak who was looking down. "I see that they had gone easy on you," I said, my voice hard.

The Shazarak looked up and sneered. "You should just kill me. I will not say a thing."

I raised an eyebrow and walked to the wall where I knew Jerecho had torture weapons hidden. "Oh?" I asked, placing my hand on the sensor. "Are you sure?" I didn't wince when the sensor took some of my blood before the wall lifted up showing rows upon rows of weapons.

"Yes," the Shazarak said, watching as I grabbed a pair of gloves that were hanging beside the weapons. He was becoming nervous, I could sense it.

"Hmph," I said, pulling on the gloves. I looked at him and smirked. "Do you want to know the best thing about being tortured by Mahklaha?" I asked. I picked up a dagger and studied it before looking at him and smirking. "You get to learn some very effective torture skills."

The Shazarak gulped, and I could see a bit of doubt in his eyes. He knew what Mahklaha could do. "Then you are like him."

I cocked my head and placed the weapon down. "Am I?" I asked. I looked away from him and picked up another weapon.

"Yes," he replied.

"How?"

"You are insane."

I shrugged my shoulder and made an 'eh' face. "Possibly." I studied the weapon and placed it down.

"You have no heart."

"To those who I am not loyal to, I am heartless," I said. I flicked the weapon in my hand, causing the Shazarak to stare at it. I smirked and placed it down. "Lucky for you, I can be as cold-blooded as I want to be without repercussions."

"You don't care about anyone but yourself."

I snorted and walked to another section of the wall. "I am an Alpha, Dahling," I said with a small drawl. I picked up a dagger and studied the blade. "I care about my pack and will give my life for them."

"You are psychotic."

I walked towards him, swinging my hips. I still had the dagger in my hand and was fiddling with it. "I am?" I asked, all purring.

The Shazarak gulped and nodded his head. He watched as I moved closer to him, probably for the first time feeling like prey. "Yes."

I touched his shoulder with my free him and walked around him. "Do you want to know why I am psychotic?" I asked, stopping at his side.

The Shazarak gulped, again. "Why?" he asked, his voice shaking a bit.

I leaned close to his ear, the stench of him making my stomach roll. "It's because I am a feral wolf and have survived torture," I whispered. I planted a loud kiss on his cheek and backed away laughing maliciously.

"Holy shit," Miza whispered, causing me to look at him and smirk. He had a look of horror and amazement on his face as he watched me walk back towards the weapons.

I placed the dagger back and picked up a whip. "You know, you really should just tell me what you know." I turned towards him and let the whip uncoil from its normal position. "It will save me the trouble of seeing what I want to do first." I flicked my wrist causing the whip to go wuh-PSSH and him to flinch.

"I will not talk," the Shazarak said. He lifted his head in defiance. "You can't make me."

I smirked and placed the whip up. "Do you want to make a bet?" I asked, picking up the dagger that I had placed down. I turned towards him and started to walk towards him, again. "Because I love making bets."