A Werewolf’s Pride

"Sir, I don't know..." Evan began to play dumb but quickly realized that his words would get him nowhere but in deeper trouble. 

Eccord leaned on the edge of the desk with his feet on the ground and his arms crossed. He was still, stone still and deathly silent, and he had been that way since his men had fastened Evan to the chair. A lot of time had passed since then and with it a lot of silence, but Eccord's stance was still as stiff as it was at the beginning. He just kept standing there, staring intensely at the ground with his head down at a slant and his face thunderous. There was n