Falcon POV
Interrogations typically do not bother me. In fact, most of the time in the past, they were a way for me to blow off steam, taking out anger for those who dared try to cause harm to those I was meant to protect. And tonight, I had a raging amount of pent up anger. They got dangerously close to where my mate was, trespassing onto our land - something that hadn't happened in a very long time.
I walked into the dimly lit room where the vampire was being kept, its cold air chilling my skin. The air was heavy with the scent of iron and decay. The vampire, a pureblood, was chained with spelled restraints to a chair. Its pale skin seemed to almost glow in the darkness, a telltale sign of a creature that has lived for centuries.
As I approached and grabbed the chair, a low growl esca
