RYLE KELLER
{The underground prison near the home of the Alphas.}
The prisoner had returned to human form. She wore a simple cotton cloth tunic and two thick silver manacles that bound her to the werewolf-reinforced wall. Her hair was tangled, her lip split and left eye bruised.
"Hello, Elene."
She sneered. "Of course, it's you, Ryle. You're the one who loves skinning werewolves the most, aren't you?"
"Only the ones who deserve it," he said mildly as he took the seat placed ten feet away from the woman.
Ryle made a big show of picking lint off his trousers and smoothing the fabric. His nostrils flared as he scented her fear, heard the frantic pounding of her heart. She was putting on a brave front, but her saw the way her body trembled.
Ryle waited, letting her sweat. The deep quiet of the underground prison was disturbed only by the clinking sounds of the manacles.
"You've been a naughty girl, Elene."
