Whip.

Darren's POV.

I picked the stick up in that direction, my hands itching to drive it through his heart immediately.

He kept staring at me, his eyes darting around like it did earlier, I didn't have time for all these and wasting time would make me more agitated.

I stalked towards him, hitting him as hard as I could with it.

He yelped, his eyes blazing, as he looked down at himself. He touched one of the large welts on his chest, wincing slightly. I smirked when I saw blood welling from the wound. It was a good hit too.

He swung at me, and I dodged, swinging again so that my hand connected with his side, which sent him flying across to the tree, he fell down with a groan.

He looked stunned and terrified. He tried standing up, but he only ended up falling again.

“Now what? I got you here. And I have no intention of letting you go, now tell me why you did this.” My voice rose in pitch, anger rising with it. I wanted answers.

"I'm the Alpha of this pack, who gives a fuck about a fucking s