*Shawn*

“Where is Trent?”

The shifter shakes his head viciously, blood dripping from his nose and mouth. I raise him up a few more inches by the scruff of his shirt and his feet lift off the ground completely. His eyes widen in terror.

“I’ll ask one more time. Where is Trent?” I snarl.

“I don’t … I don’t know!” he splutters, shaking his head again as though this is a nightmare he can wake ...